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I loved you to the point of damage, like a butterfly that throws itself into the fire from excessive fondness for flames and does not think about what will happen next..

I wanted to throw myself at you, without thinking about the consequences, and without taking into account what this city would say about me.

I was walking to you as if he was walking while he was asleep, keeping his way by heart, even if his mind was absent, and I was crazy about you, Asmaa!