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thoughts ...
his eyes gave me nostalgic vibes.
back to when my body ached at just the thought of him.
like nothing compared to how i felt when we talked.
i always talked about how long his eyelashes were. like you could fill them with dozens of wishes. my wishes....
i watched him from the other side of the room.
wishing i was standing beside him, around his comfort.
but instead iβm here,on the other side of the crowded room. my anxiety just keeps me here.
but my heart still wishes he was wanting to stand with me too....
he told me he loved me. i fell for his tricks. knowing he was saying the same things to someone else. he is my favorite mistake. he is my nightingale. and she knows it too.
- a.c.r
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