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Faint

So, absence makes the heart grows fonder? 
Fonder is mild compared to the conundrum that's boiling up inside my chest. 
I think I knew when I wrote about you after just a few hours with you that this was never going to be smooth sailing.
Dormant. 
Dear friend, you awakened and created something that's waiting to erupt. 
I told you we barely scratched the surface. 
Can you imagine if we let it just happen.
Fourth of July fireworks would be ashamed to exist. 
My heart has surely grown. 
Grown to the point where I'm afraid that it might break. 
Break apart from the thought  of losing you.
Can't lose what you don't have but we...
Damn
Damn
Damn 
The more I  think about it, what or where are we? 
Damn
Damn

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