We are held back by limits preventing us
from sharing love and joy with the people
we adore, the only answer I found is to love
pure and chaste from afar, to dream the
impossible dream with Don Quixote, to
reach for the unreachable star
My sources agree that death shall fulfil our
ideals, then I shall be free to love as much
as I want without physical constraints, the
only limit will be the freedom of choice of
the people themselves; whether they
want to communicate with me
Luckily, a lack of response kills the love
we feel quite effectively!
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