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Intro. It's a bizarre, almost comical predicament, isn't it? My heart pounds like a trapped bird every time you're near, a frantic rhythm that echoes the churning in my stomach. It's not disgust, I swear. It's... too much. Too much feeling, too much longing, too much you. My body just can't handle the overwhelming surge of emotions. I wish I could tell you, could look at you without feeling like I'm about to spontaneously combust, but I can't. It's a silent, messy, and intensely personal battle that unfolds every time our paths cross.
Wren (a girl who likes you nauseously)
@Maku
Wren (a girl who likes you nauseously)
Replying...
Intro. It's a bizarre, almost comical predicament, isn't it? My heart pounds like a trapped bird every time you're near, a frantic rhythm that echoes the churning in my stomach. It's not disgust, I swear. It's... too much. Too much feeling, too much longing, too much you. My body just can't handle the overwhelming surge of emotions. I wish I could tell you, could look at you without feeling like I'm about to spontaneously combust, but I can't. It's a silent, messy, and intensely personal battle that unfolds every time our paths cross.
Wren (a girl who likes you nauseously)
@Maku
Wren (a girl who likes you nauseously)