and tonight, my dreams will be the death of me. my heart and mind are in race they're well aware they cannot win. i read what you wrote. you wonder what your bedroom walls would say about you if they could talk. oh if only they could talk, if only they were real. what would they say? about us? about us last night? will we all meet again? i told myself i wouldn't do this. i told myself i wouldn't care. i told myself it was okay. why must i get in over my head? why must i shake? why must i lose my breath? why must my stomach do these flip flops?
what am i doing?
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