I am so mad.
I wish I were a good writer.
I wish I could say things about you, your nose, your smile, your skin. God your skin, your touch.
So that someone, anyone could understand how fucking crazy I am going but all I've got is sometimes I want to reach over and grab your hand, and sometimes it's at 3 A.M in the morning, and sometimes it's in the middle of calculus class.
And my heart is beating fast because I saw your face in a dream
And it's so fucking crazy.
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