Pressure, though

My gut tells me it’s a bad idea.

Pressure, though.

My Spidey Senses are tingling (and I really don’t feel like mingling).
In my mind echoes a warning, slow and deliberate like church bells on Sunday.

One day, I hope she truly accepts me for who I am.

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