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May 2015
With apprehension I wait for you to text back
I feel sick to my stomach.
Thoughts racing through my head.
Will it be good?
Will it be bad?
Will I ever be able to talk to you again?
I regret sending that text.
Your typing seems to last a lifetime.
Then: a reply....
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Charlie  27/M/England
(27/M/England)   
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