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Dear timekeeper, do pass this message to a young girl:-
Tell her not to grow up
Do everything she can.
If only she knew how lonely she would become
she would not be able to comprehend
but make her understand
there will be a day where
nobody will blow her birthday candles
nobody would sing her birthday song
nobody will even spend time with her
as she continuously wrinkles over in sadness;
let her condense back into the surface of the earth
in her happy beautiful self.
The ceaseless rain echoes so loud,
and hides the words I can't say aloud,
words that feel heavy, on my eloquent tongue,
as my heart beats out poems, and demands they be sung.
What is this fluttering in my chest whenever I see him?
What are these butterflies doing in my stomach?
Why are my knees weak whenever he smiles?
Why do I smile when I think of him?
Why does my heart pound when I talk to him?

What are these strange feelings I am experiencing?

Perhaps I am coming down with something.
Yes, that must be the case.
I must be sick with fever perhaps;
That explains my cheeks heating up.
Or a cold of some kind;
That explains my breath being caught in my throat.
Or maybe I was stung by a mosquito?
Ah yes, that's why my skin tingles.

My doctor says there's nothing wrong,
I can't seem to figure out what's going on.

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