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Feb 2018
Why is it that anytime your name pops up on my screen I smile?
Why is it that anytime I think of you I get butterflies?
Why is it that I keep imagining things that involve you in ways that I know will never happen?

How did this happen?

I mean I know exactly what this is,
I just don't want it.
It's too much to handle.
After being with you even for an hour my heart is ready to burst into song
Anytime we talk, I'm ready to open myself to you and only to you.

I don't want this
I have no control over this and that is why I hate it.

But in reality, whether I want it or not,

I love it.
Written by
Ksenia Pankratyeva
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   Angie Marcano
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