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Mar 2020
i can’t pretend to not be utterly destroyed and enchanted at the same time by you. my chest physically aches and is sore whenever i get the urge to hold you close and you’re not here. it’s humorous. because i can’t imagine myself with anyone else, and i don’t want to be with anyone else, but you can make a list of the girls you’d give your heart to. none of them are me.
this was a starter to a poem, but i didn’t like the rest anymore so here’s this.
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phoebe  21/F/TX
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