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First of many love letters
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I think if I kissed you the world would stop. Nothing good about that- dont let the cliches fool you. The world stops and we all become pussies, stuffed away and frozen in time until either you push me away or we come up for air. We’re both such wild cards, there’s no telling if either of us would be able to survive the stall. I thought I knew how to get to you, how to get with you, but then I looked at your shaking hands and tight smile as you recalled how many drinks deep you were when he plucked you out of the party and kissed you over and over and over and- There’s a feeling bubbling up now and it's sort of statically manic; slow but erratic. I hate him so much, you can’t even imagine. If he ever lay a hand on you again I’d scrape my nails under his eyes and knee him so hard in the balls he’d never come [back] again. That would scare you, though? I don’t even know anymore. You’re usually so passive, but now I’ve felt you vibrate with rage under my palms. Would you love me if I hurt him? I think if I kissed you, I'd be just like him. Another terrible person who took advantage of your inability to say no. The world wouldn’t stop if I kissed you. It would turn, look at me with your wide eyes, and shake its head no.
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poem?
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cheerful
creative
high
confused
ecstatic
frustrated
excited
indifferent
lonely