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Jan 2023
Whenever I look at him,
I couldn't breathe.
He's taking my breath away with each stare,
each smile,
and my heart skips a beat,
and I gasp for air.
With each touch,
each kiss,
I feel like I am a second closer to death,
and each second, I feel alive.
Because if I feel like dying,
then I must've been alive.
Anthony Bridgerton
miki
Written by
miki  25/F/Tartarus
(25/F/Tartarus)   
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   Nadine PeΓ±averde
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