Let's do the Math.

The number of things that I don't [can't] tell you is directly proportional to the number of things that you don't [and refuse to] tell me.

The number of times that i think of you is inversely proportional to the number of times that i feel sad.

The intensity of my confusion is infinitely rising.

The length of time that I spend with you is inversely proportional to my sanity.

if I am an equation i am the square root of 1. Just because in your world, I'm same old Eunice. Square root man o hindi.

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Thank you.

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