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28/05/2023
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NeoChomik
it is what it is
Love is deaf.
Trop maximum romantique !
Transcript:
Oh Rochelle, my sweet Galatea, why are you cold to me?
I have poured my heart out to you and received naught in return.
Do you not care for me? Do you not share the burning passion that inflames my soul?
If you do not love me, merely say so and my wretched shadow shall ne’er darken thy door again.
It’s love!