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Nov 2018
Over thinking is creating a disaster that wasn’t there in the first place.
It consumes not just your mind, but your body too.
Ever since I saw her face,
I barely even think about you.
But now I’m creating a disaster that wasn’t there in the first place,
For two nights, we cuddled and we kissed,
She won’t even text me now and all my mind does is race.
Jennifer
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Jennifer  20/F/Clemson
(20/F/Clemson)   
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