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Isnt it ironic?! Don't you think....



You've got the perfect love, but in a wrong time...
You've found the perfect 'One', but you're not in love with them/they're not in love with you anymore...
You think its the perfect time, but there s excess baggage from the future, present and past...
You hope you are 'The One', but that's nearly a Utopian fantasy...
You have the perfect companion, but you struggle to even be friends...
You've got brains, but a frail and cynical heart...
You find the courage, but its just too late...
You are ready to love, but you just don't know where to start...
You want to make amends, but pride gets in your way!
Isnt it ironic?
Dont u think? :-| :-/



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