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His Effect


My heart misses him. It skips a beat at his presence and my skin tingles at his touch. My brain can’t seem to quit thinking about him. My subconscious won’t seem to stop haunting me with dreams focused on him. My arms scream to hug him. My hand itches to hold his. My lips long for his to be pressed against mine. I just can’t seem to let him go.

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