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ving her, I wish I cou

of me my heart dances with joy

t everything I do is wrong, but it is not in my hands. Her lo

om her, despite my betrayal of my wife with my mind and heart, despite my betrayal of my only son and my firstborn, although I may ruin his life and joy for him,

t rose, that woman who made me like a ring on her finger out of nothing, everything I adore with her, her eyes, her face, her lips, h

ve mistake, and that what I say is madness in itself, and I know that it is

I will continue to love her even if she is not mine, even if I will not be able to get her, even if it is not permissible

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