Treatment like a child. Because that's what I am. A wide smiling, child. Insecure. Hormonal. Sexual. Unnecessary. Youth. A child. And I like you. I don't need anyone. Especially you. Reasonable, for you to ignore me. Absolute embarrassment. In love. A fucking touch. A shattered memoir of what should have never happened. Thinking that I love you. Thinking you'd never feel the same. A listener you are. A selfish man. A man that I want. A man I'll never need. A man. A piece of me that says to hesitate. To hesitate in a manner in which I can't keep my eyes off of. You.
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