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love, love, want to touch him, but cannot. sitting in the front row, but cannot touch him. sitting so close, yet so far. so far away metnally. has no idea what goes inside my head as i pretned to listen, pretend to repond, pretend to take notes, pretend to live, pretend to die, pretend to exist. i do nothing when he is there. i live under the waxy film of the movies, waiting, forzen in that moment where the two lips are ready to meet. the image is burned on my emotive soul, and so i am not here, not connected to the real world because every square inch of myself is magnetized negatively, and he is the positive, and i can't help myself being dragged further and further by this gravity that i cannot escaped because i've gone past the event horizon and now there is no return; my light can never escape this mass of emotion.
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