My toes is curling up in my shoes. I have freezings all over my body. My hand is about to break the pencil between my fingers. And my whole body is tensed.
His voice is so deep and hoarse and he dresses just like me. His clothes are hanging on him, and I could wish that they were just a size bigger so that they would fall of him. I wish he knew I exist.
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