When I think of you I feel butterflies in my stomach as they turn to mush and nausiation which makes me want to vomit on your shoes because you disgust me in the most intrigueing way. I hate to want you the way that I do and want to hate you the way that I can't. The way I love you makes me sick to my toes and as warm as my frozen fingertips
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