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scissors

My love for you is like when you're opening a candy bar and try to rip it open, but the opening is tinier than it has to be and you can't get the candy out. You know the candy is right there, you can see it through the tiny opening but you can't get it out. And then comes the scissors, one little action and the candy comes out from wrapper and everything's a mess.
When I started talking to you that tiny gap opened, I knew I liked you but it was never a huge problem. Then we started hanging out, and when you touched me, even in the softest way, lightning electrified body, and oh boy did them scissors cut that opening and all my feelings came pouring out.

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