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.
The Elevator Groupie
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