Tickling down my spines is this new feeling . It's like uncontrolled nuclear fission . Every time they bombard, they only increase in number and form more tickling atoms only ready for another fission.
What do I call it?
JE LEEST
To You(my Dear World)[#TheWattys2017]#TEAwards
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