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Sometimes ,
I wonder ,
am I really in love ?
Do I really ‘ l o v e ’ him ?
Or ,
am I just in love with this feeling ?
This mind boggling
heart beating
sense storming state . .
this adventurous
treacherous
mysterious
high feeling ?
This overwhelming satisfaction
in losing my everything
for cause of what
I call ‘ l o v e ’
or ,
am I just thrilled
of this roller coaster ride ?
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[If this girl's words have touched your soul , matter not how faint the sensation felt , would you mind dears , if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath and send kudos to her , please ?] :)
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into her phenakistoscope
Poetry«« when her life was at a halt , an illusion of motion was created and in her dreamlike state , her reality and her imagination met and gave her a blurred vision , her phantasmagoria took birth where her soul saw dreams of a...
