My mouth begins to turn dry as the sound of her voice makes me so nervous, She begins to gently move her hand up and down my arm and the goosebumps become ever so visible, She stares into my eyes and her lips are centimeters away from mine, Her eyes begin to show infinite galaxies above and as she closes her eyes our lips begin to touch, As I kiss her lips I feel so much despair as I know that this will never last, For the demons inside my head will become manipulative once again.
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Author:
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