Him.
The one I've slowly gathered my thoughts upon, the one whom I wake up thinking about, the last person my phone has sent a message too. It's hard to tell if it's love, but this feeling in my chest is nothing compared - he's something from up above. I'm not sure how to feel, this simply cannot be real, with the senseless intertwining of our fingers as our bodies collect heat together. Is this something that'll last? Or a forgotten memory in the past. 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ28nqWxpYNF
It's hard to tell, as he's my angel from hell. 638Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTcXZ4BGdpw
Him.
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