Why do I feel like we're drifting away the more I get to know you? Why do I feel like I'm out of touch with you?
The sun shines upon your face. I see you.
I hear your voice. Then I see him, and I'm jealous.
It's suddenly dark. And I find out I can't be with you.
Forbidden love, what pain, what heartache.
I learned in class that it existed in medieval times.
History is rewriting itself.
First part of a "tragic" poem I want to write.
I'll probably continue it later.
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