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impossible to comprehend, I have to accept it somehow.
I've made it, took another dive, built up the nerve and leaned in.
It's been four days.
Infatuated, with numbing limbs, high on oxytocin, barely standing, head spinning, later - overfilled with affection and admiration.
There are no differences this time.
We're molded of the same clay, we're cut out of the same rainbow-stained farbic.
you. are. me.
it was all a hundred times worth it all, all that doubt and tension, that pain and lumps in throat.
it always feels right at this time, I hope it will as long I want it to.
I've made it, took another dive, built up the nerve and leaned in.
It's been four days.
Infatuated, with numbing limbs, high on oxytocin, barely standing, head spinning, later - overfilled with affection and admiration.
There are no differences this time.
We're molded of the same clay, we're cut out of the same rainbow-stained farbic.
you. are. me.
it was all a hundred times worth it all, all that doubt and tension, that pain and lumps in throat.
it always feels right at this time, I hope it will as long I want it to.