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Whenever you get close My eyes water, My throat closes up, My thoughts jumble, I can barely think straight. My sentences pour out like spoiled milk. I bet you think I'm an idiot But I really hope not.
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Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
the first interactions
Whenever you get close My eyes water, My throat closes up, My thoughts jumble, I can barely think straight. My sentences pour out like spoiled milk. I bet you think I'm an idiot But I really hope not.
the feeling i get when i met someone new who i would like to know more, in an intimate way~
#nervous#crush#idiot#newpeople
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atlas-the-bug
Jan 20, 2017
Jan 20, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
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