In that very sentence I knew to myself that this was familiar even when I haven't read it before. It was like my thoughts, blurry and in chaos, flawlessly written down, with every exact adjective. I was mortified of how could he do this without reading my mind? Perhaps we have the same thoughts. The same words and the same point of view. I'm still unsure though, if he likes me back.
I'm still unsure though... :\
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Love, Pain & Poetry [✓]
PoetryI think of you. I think of you in the very depths of my mind. Like Lava you flowed through, Burning my brain cells to dysfunction. A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.
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