When the boundaries between friends become more and more blurred, the bottom line between us is mixed and ambiguous. We like the sense of possession that seems to be there but not yet, and the lust that no one can see. But, I am still afraid, afraid to turn around and look at you, afraid that you will see that dirty desire in my eyes.
I am a lost passerby, always looking at the other side at the end of the street. Should I follow the way I came from, or should I wait quietly and alone? In fact, there are no forked intersections in life, but only moving forward without regrets and suddenly looking back. One day, you turned around, I took a closer look, and suddenly realized that you were still my dream, and I was your death row prisoner.
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