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The whispers. The slaps. The promises.

Grasping for air in between. Forgetting everything.

The rise of excitement, followed by the fall of the moment.

Then comes the waiting. And the trying. It’s getting boring.

I’m getting bored.

Trying to get rid of the flashes in my head, but curiosity is my sworn enemy. It’s killing me.

Or maybe, like so many times before, I’m just being too effing wild, not everyone can keep up with me.

And this thing right here, like so many things before, is going to vanish from my mind and be forgotten.