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Dear self,
I cannot look at him.
I cannot think of him. I hate how he makes me feel,
but I also love it.
she would kill for a moment behind your eyes
but would that make her a sinner?
how beautiful your blossoming mind must be
if even your foggy words stir with her
the love she thinks is 10,000 daisies,
