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Dec 2014 · 148
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even when i knew god i could explain how i felt for him
why cant i find the right ******* words for you
why are you so beautifully built that you're your own form of literature

when i see you,my heart calms down because it is at home, my palms dont get sweaty because you take the anxiety away, i do not stutter when im around you because you have built me up to feel confident in what i say
Ive been typing and deleting words for hours and even this isn't enough

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