she #10

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my heart is screaming:
"please stop thinking about her!"
I would do it if your eyes hadn't stuck in my memory.
I would do it if your smile hadn't locked me in this feeling.
I would.
I would do it.
but I'm getting used to it
and I can't take my eyes of you.





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