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Sep 2019
Every time you look at me, it’s as if being seen bare. Nothing but my rawness up in the open air.

You see right through me, my flaws and all. My stomach jumps up and down like a bouncing rubber ball.

I bite my lip hard to keep my emotions from slipping, but I still can’t shake the memory of when we were last kissing.
L Blythe
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L Blythe  18/F/The next destination
(18/F/The next destination)   
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