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Every wrong thing I ever did in front of her makes me want to kick myself. Every glance I get of her gives me a thrill and a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. I think about her and my impulse is to scream, "I love her, I love her, I love her!" but then that is just emotion. I don't guess I'm in love now. But, oh, what a huge towering high to the sky crush I do have. The pain is just killing me. I can't take it. | ||
