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I stand in front of you,
Heart racing, palms sweaty.
You watch me, silence.
I await your answer,
Sweat slipping on my forehead.
Surprise on your face,
Then disgust.
“Ew, no.” Is all you say.
My heart stops,
The world spins.
It is over
And it hurts.

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