Loving me

Is going to be chaos

I am too much in love with myself

I enjoy my solitude...


I am not like others

I was born different

And I took pride in being different

Even it makes me selfish and insensitive


I am indifferent to what’s

Around me

I want everything

Yet I want nothing


Even if I say I love you

There won’t be a day

When I won’t love my life

With you


Without you

The End

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