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I like pineapples, but pineapples aren't capable of the cognitive function to return the feeling. Upon close observation, a good majority of the things I like are the same. People that I appreciate can return the favor, but my feelings for them are tainted by the distrust and insecurities that come with humanity.
So it would seem that my only outlets for pure, unadulterated passion and admiration will forever leave my feelings unrequited. Sob.
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