it's hard to breathe, and I know it all!
It's not new, man, it's not new.
I stand up, shake it off, try some small dance steps.
Get back to the computer, restlessly.
Curse, what a curse.
I can't wait to know.
Know more...sparks and lightnings in a bottle.
The smiles and little tender gestures.
Stay winter stay, so he can rub my shoulders when I am freezing.
And the way he put his hands around my face and smiled at me.
it's hard to breathe.
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