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My hands tremble. My insides turn outside. My brain goes blank. And every part of me that was so sure and firm is like the bowl of instant pudding that hasn't set in the fridge long enough. You don't just make my body feel weak, you make it feel foreign. Like these past 23 years of my life were spent on the moon and now I'm finally coming back down to Earth. Maybe one day I'll tell you. Or maybe I won't. But either way, the effect you have on me could make a blind man see again. Because even with my eyes closed I see you all the time.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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My hands tremble. My insides turn outside. My brain goes blank. And every part of me that was so sure and firm is like the bowl of instant pudding that hasn't set in the fridge long enough. You don't just make my body feel weak, you make it feel foreign. Like these past 23 years of my life were spent on the moon and now I'm finally coming back down to Earth. Maybe one day I'll tell you. Or maybe I won't. But either way, the effect you have on me could make a blind man see again. Because even with my eyes closed I see you all the time.
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Jan 13, 2014
Jan 13, 2014 at 5:52 PM UTC
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