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To be honest, I want to deny these feelings. They've been haunting like a ghost in the hallways where I catch half of your glance, as I feel the need to shrug my shoulders under the weight of my bag and dart my eyes away from the face that meant so much. Funny how we hoped for a future, together, and each got our own. I fall asleep in class cursing the face in my dreams, during my half lucidity, for kissing me the way you always did. For minutes that felt like hours, it rained and I felt you... watching me. You look right through me, right through everything I was, use to be, am. I feel like I swallowed a stone, and all I can remember is the distant image of when you sheltered me with your jacket, held me close, and the world was still. There was only silence, but now I can hear it, the rain and the thunder and the whispers of all these monsters around me. I turn to find crickets when I face them. I try to spread my wings but they’re so rotten, stuck to my side by the power of pain of wanting…
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