the morning after

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i've become speechless. a mime. i can't stand it. i can't stand that you're mine. after all the chasing, we lost our breath and gave in. and i'm usually good with words but no, i can't stand how you took them all away. my heart always talks about you, not in syllables, just heartbeats. you exhaust me. you make me mad. why do i like you? what did i do? why do you like me? what the hell.