we were facetime sleepover-ing last night and my brain wanted to kill me and i wanted to cut he asked me what was wrong i couldn't tell him he said i love you i couldn't answer him we cried together we fell asleep together i love him and i'm selfish and i don't deserve him and i love him i love him i love him i love him i had to say it four times because it is my lucky number and he asked me to be his on the Fourth of July
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PoesieWhat goes on in my mind. What I feel in my heart. What I experience with my soul.
