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Feb 2021
When I walk into the room,
My eyes search for you,
When they finally meet yours,
My mouth doesn't speak,
When my hands touch you,
Blood flows faster than ever,
When I finally gather up the courage to speak,
I stammer and make a fool out of my self,
Idk wat this is,
But it can't be love,
What it breaks me again,
The same way as before.....
Written by
Tess  21/F/Canada
(21/F/Canada)   
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