Vague
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"feelings are weird," he said as he looked down. "like, you don't know if you're just feeling a stupid infatuation or real love. you don't know if the butterflies in your stomach is telling you that you're nervous or flattered." i looked at him. he stood up and sighed. "feelings are weird." he repeated as headed toward my window. the rain started to pour as soon as he disappeared. these are stories hidden behind every strangers' eyes. it's either about loss, pain, love, or happiness. these are stories that they chose not to tell to other people to keep it inside their minds and hearts to keep it fresh and precious. <<one shot stories by Onyx Young (unfathxmable)>>
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