You always asked for unfiltered. So unfiltered this is. When I saw you the first time, I saw a girl with sparkling eyes, a little smile and a friendly face.
You greeted me with some unknown unfamiliar warmth, that poured mine with maple syrup like gloss.
No, I did not know you.
It was not your fault that you were so genuine, it was not your fault that you were so kind. Nor was it to be so charming and wild. But it was your fault that you trusted too fast, that you loved to fast, you cared too fast.
No, world is not really a wonderland.
I always told you the worst of the falsely happy.
You were the refreshing smile, I was the face muscles.
I was a damaged soul. I always latched on purity. So I got hooked to you. I will never miss you, because you are absorbed in me. Or I in you.
I give you one wish. An infinite.
To the girl who died last year.
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