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Oct 2019
You make me nauseous
maybe I misspelled nervous

When I look at you
I want to stare at rippling water
I want the sun to warm my body
I want a plane to cross my vision
to see white birds in a gray sky
I want to see genuine laughs
to smell fresh cut grass in a cool breeze
I want to see a smart car
they never fail to make me giggle
just looking at you, I feel like I'm at a show
when everyone is dancing
nothing but pure joy in their hearts
all feeling as one
my absolute favorite part

Every time I see you
It's like the sun rises in my heart
makes me physically sick

You make me nervous
maybe I misspelled nauseous
Written by
clobeth  19/Cisgender Female
(19/Cisgender Female)   
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