i catch you looking at me the way i do,
and for a minute and a half i forget how to breath.
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crimson
Poetry'here a seventeen year old with such a hurricane of emotions talks and rambles about her musings, and writes about lovers she hasn't met and heartbreaks she hasn't yet experienced,as well as others in its rawest state with the hopes that they may b...
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i catch you looking at me the way i do,
and for a minute and a half i forget how to breath.
