butterflies

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i think i like him.

no, i do like him.

i have for a while,

but i'm just realizing it now.

and i think i'm suffering in both ways.

because i'm dying to tell you.

but i'm also dying from the thought of
you finding out.

i should do something about it.

because eventually, these butterflies will grow
and fill my stomach until it bursts.

these butterflies will tell you before i can.

or maybe not.

maybe they'll die.

i hope that'll be much better than
anything else.

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