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Mar 2014
I have a feeling that this won't end well
but something inside me keeps pushing me forward
and I catch myself looking forward to your texts and your presence
to your smile and your complaining
i honestly dont know its somewhat early and a Saturday and i remember how i felt when i first started liking this guy
the existential romanticist
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   aphrodite
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