10:25pm
Anonymous: I dream of his touch. His kiss is my kryptonite; he tasted like lust and he smelled like love. It's impossible to quantify my feelings for him, I haven't had a face- to- face conversation with him in over a year but I see him almost every day. I wish he would love me. I wish he would hate me. I want to be the stars in his eyes, because he's the blood in my veins.
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