My head spins spins spins with thoughts. everytime i see him i get so mad, and when i dont see him i dream, dream about kissing those lips and skin against skin - this and that- the sound of his voice and my voice and voices. But i cannot keep second guessing myself, i just cant do that anymore.
sentimentalism is ruining my life.
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