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What is this feeling

This is not possessiveness
I am happy for you
You may not believe it
But I am really happy for you
We dont have much in common
But somehow we sink
Enough to pull me into the deepest waters
You seem to understand me at times
Which noone ever has managed
You are not my friend
We are not in a relationship
Sometimes you are like writing to me
You are sometimes so dependent on me
That I actually feel that you are my baby
Maybe I am guilty to extent
And grateful to some level
We fight like dogs
And hate each other so much
You are reminder of my incompetence
Maybe we did not try enough
Or maybe we were not destined to be together
I might not be able to lead a life with you
You are not X
I am not even sure if X exists
But I am little doubtful of life without you
You are the sweet trouble of my life
Maybe CO2 is as important as O2
It hurts when you lie to me
6 years was too less to be honest to each other
I dont have a name to our relationship
I know and cant imagine a life together
But cant imagine one alone either
Life is really complicated
I think its time to say goodbye
I would really miss you
But Its better now than be sorry
When I feel you have no feeling
It hurts even more
But pain is good
It aids recovery
But its time
I am not sure of this pain
I am not sure what this feeling is

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