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So i, maybe, sorta, like you? Oh wait, you didn't hear that, I mean… Unless you feel the same… But that could be irrelevant, I mean what would that matter. Do you? I mean, like share the same sorta bubbles I got going on, Like for me, My heart sorta goes a flutter, And I can't help the palpitations and the eruptions you've been causing within my little drum, Is it just a crush? Or could it be at all love? Whatever the hell that is… But come on, Dear… I've never called anyone that, Is that weird? Or am I mad, I just look at you, and my brain goes insane, craving you without caution, or thoughts of the repercussions that I ever wanted you to be mine, I mean maybe you never will be mine, Not that I mean to possess you of course, But I wanna hug you, and look at you every day and call you pretty, Ugh…what's going on here? I mean I never have ever wanted to do that to anyone… Once again a thought of you comes up, and I cannot suppress that thought, I encourage it, I enjoy it, A thought of you makes me smile uncontrollably, I don't know if that makes me unmanly, or anything, but for some reason I don't give a **** Unless you do of course…
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
Confessions from a Crush
So i, maybe, sorta, like you? Oh wait, you didn't hear that, I mean… Unless you feel the same… But that could be irrelevant, I mean what would that matter. Do you? I mean, like share the same sorta bubbles I got going on, Like for me, My heart sorta goes a flutter, And I can't help the palpitations and the eruptions you've been causing within my little drum, Is it just a crush? Or could it be at all love? Whatever the hell that is… But come on, Dear… I've never called anyone that, Is that weird? Or am I mad, I just look at you, and my brain goes insane, craving you without caution, or thoughts of the repercussions that I ever wanted you to be mine, I mean maybe you never will be mine, Not that I mean to possess you of course, But I wanna hug you, and look at you every day and call you pretty, Ugh…what's going on here? I mean I never have ever wanted to do that to anyone… Once again a thought of you comes up, and I cannot suppress that thought, I encourage it, I enjoy it, A thought of you makes me smile uncontrollably, I don't know if that makes me unmanly, or anything, but for some reason I don't give a **** Unless you do of course…
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Oct 18, 2012
Oct 18, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC
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