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I have the jitters The jutters I'm scared I'm shaking I miss you already Don't forget me
Sometimes, I write "What is love" as a caption and people reply with "baby don't hurt me" No. Just, no.
The tension in the room is building. My fingers start to tremble. I can't stand to see you here. No, not like this. Not today. Not with her. I can't look at you.
I wait. Wait quite a while. For what? For you. Why do I do it? I don't know anything else.