"I lose interest to the feeling of a touch. Wondering if it's just a phase or something that'll haunt me till my last breath. I lose interest to the youth sent on just the love of the flow, but wreaklessly missed some steps along the way. I lose interest in the incompleteness I feel, when all my duties of a man is related to my mate. How is it possible for me to have interest, when it's gone from me? Just a riddle I have to solve, cause I want interest again."
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