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10 agosto, 2021

Every single time we make plans to meet
I wait for the hour anxiously.
Butterflies flutter in my stomach at the thought of seeing you again.
The air I breathe gets heavier.
My hands violently shake.
I get lightheaded and I feel faint.
That is, until I see your face
and that warm smile that melts my heart.
And you ask me how my day went.

All my fears fade away.

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