heart being ripped from my chest. Not for my body convulsing from the pain. Not for
drowning in my own tears. Not for losing you. I don’t think I will ever be strong enough for that.


I thought I was over you until you walked into the room and my heart started racing like
I was strong. I knew that when I met you, that you were not completing my life but rather
heart being ripped from my chest. Not for my body convulsing from the pain. Not for
A love like ours can’t be put into words. Words are just letters trying to work together to
120 beats per minute as we edge slowly closer, our hands tingling as we touch and



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