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Μονο για το σεξ

Οι ανθρωποι πλεον σε πλησιαζουν μονο για το σεξ. Δεν τους νοιαζει απο που εισαι, με τι ασχολεισαι, ποια ειναι τα χομπι σου.

Σε ρωτανε για τα ονειρα σου για να νιωσεις πιο οικεια. Απαντας και δεν εχουν ακουσει λεξη.

Που πηγανε εκεινα τα ατομα που καθομασταν ωρες και συζητουσαμε, που βρισκαμε κοινα σημεια. Που ειχαμε διαφωνιες οι οποιες τελειωναν με γελια. Τα ατομα που πριν γδυσουνε το σωμα σου, ηθελαν να γδυσουν το μυαλο σου;

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aloyhh

"just wanted to hear your voice" actually means a lot.

bull3tpr00fs0ul

my intuition is just insane. don’t ask me how i know…. but i know

letztetraenen-deactivated202507

a relationship where the flirting never stops

schrittt-inslicht

a relationship where you are my partner and my best friend

sf-97

too many mixed feelings this month

You were my favorite person for a while,

and then my heart was in million pieces

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h0lyshift

Can you feel me thinking of you

bakwaaas

even having one true friend or person that loves you can change your life

aloyhh

wish them well & let that shit go

I always get jealous of the people who are in their lives—are, present tense. Because they get to see them every day, talk to them, hear them laugh. It was never about their exes or the people who purposely flirted with them. Never about the ones they shared a history with. It was always about the ones who got to experience them in the present, while I was absent. Absent, for good. Sometimes, I even get jealous of strangers—those who get to sit next to them on the bus, share a class with them, or even those who accidentally walk past them on the street.

And maybe that’s because I perceived their presence as a privilege. And maybe it was a privilege. At least, through my eyes, it was. "How lucky must they be," I remember thinking to myself. Yet, they don’t know it. Just like you didn’t. Because while I sit here, pouring out all these intrusive thoughts, you go on with your life, and not a single glimpse of mine crosses your sight.

I was never a privilege to you, and I never will be.