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-so this won't be a prompt just a little snippet I'm writing enjoy!-

I'm sitting on my bed in my underwear contemplating you. Im contemplating your eyes, they're blue but not in a dark mysterious way like a playful summer sky, it's nice. I contemplate your lips, the way your bottom lip curves when you laugh, when you smile. I like the way your top lip sticks out like you're pouting. I can almost feel you that close, but I know our lips haven't met and it kills me. I contemplate your cheek bones, in my head I roll around the idea of tracing them with my fingertips, feeling every edge and curve. I contemplate your blonde hair. I want to run my hands through it, I wanna tangle my fingers in it as I kiss you, do you want that too? I contemplate being in your arms, so safe and secure, warm and welcoming, can you feel it too? I contemplate stealing your hoodies, being all cuddled and warm, god why am I like this? I contemplate why I even fucking thought you might want me too, why I ever thought for a second you felt something too. I contemplate the tears running down my face, and I contemplate you over and over again cracking my heart piece by piece. Fuck you.

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