You You make my knees weak You make my mouth stutter You also make my stomach sick You also make my eyes burn Is this hatred or infatuation? I don't want to be a silly schoolgirl that would bat her eyelashes everytime you passed me by. But you say such beautiful words, but they are empty vessels of promises to be broken. They're very enticing and every syllable lures me into a dark abyss. You've sucked out the oxygen in my lungs unknowingly. Tell me the truth.
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