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honestly,
your mind is icy and uncomfortable for me to think about, and i don't like the way you smile or ask me questions in that way, and your eyes, it's like they match the wallpaper of your mind. your glances are judging, and i can feel your eyes noticing when i'm shifting my weight. your staring, it makes me feel sick, and i start to hate the color blue, the color that you're always wrapped up in. a selfish color, it seems, because i associate it with you. it's a shame; the color of the sky that lights up my world, it's all on you, and you take advantage of that, and the oceans that i look at so longingly, like i once had before, it now has your face carved into it.
why are you so icy? don't ask me "what?" my only answer is no. i will not fall in love with you.