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I don’t know how to explain it, but his existence is just so shocking to me. He is like a chemical reaction to my system, something that looks pretty but heats up and burns something fierce. It is not something to inhale, but you’re going to anyways; he is that intense. He is the air that fills your lungs with sweetness until you can no longer breathe anything but him, and by then it is too late. You have already been poisoned. He is poison. Sweet, painful poison.
—  excerpt from a book i’ll never write