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Mar 2017
I can't tell if you like me
There's a lot put into that
Friendship or love
For me, it's all the same because
Regardless of intentions of affection,
I can't see
I can't tell if you like me
I want to hold your face in my hands
And I want to kiss your soul
But there's a hole in my blueprints
A big hole,
Because honestly
No matter how many dates we've gone on now
No matter how many times you've kissed my forehead
No matter how many texts you've sent or emojis you've emoted
Or how many of my notebooks that you wrote in
I cannot tell
I can't tell if you like me

-E (c) 2017
I'm dating a guy who I used to sit across from in prob/stats, and he would reach across my desk and scribble things in my notebook.
Gabriela Marangelli Santos
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Gabriela Marangelli Santos  19/F/Reno, NV
(19/F/Reno, NV)   
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