I found out that certain things, like the sun rises in the east, were the comfort of every dispirited days of questioning my faith. Now they have been bungled by your presence—I am infatuated to you. Because the certain thing to me now yet to result in different manner. Leads me to toss and turn, and wake up where the morning sun feels like rain. So, you see you have manipulated my reality into a schizophrenic shift.
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