I wish it were all the same subconscious and absentminded, hopeless and helpless, futile and full of trouble, tremendous and marvellous, happy and cheerful, breathtaking and overwhelming, clueless and predestined. The kind of love I earn, the kind of love I crave, the kind of love I would die for.

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