Still
It’s Hard. Still is. Everyday, my heart is pounding hard as if something will happen. My hand is sweating and cold as an ice. I don’t know maybe because of tension and something that I really can’t explain. My heart is aching as if it’s been crashing into tiny pieces. I looked at you, you looked at me. You touched me, and my heart beats fast that I wanted to touch you back. That I wanted your…
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