Why do you have to fight me on so many things?
Who are you to me?
From what realm of dreams?
From what abyss of nightmares?
What right have you?
Such an undomesticated angel, with no regard for earthly morality.
You get under my skin.
And I don't know why I let you.
Can you give me this?*
If I asked you to show me something pretty, what will you show me?
Because your idea of pretty is so different from mine.
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