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I have a difficult time saying, Awkward. And it's not easy to spell. It isn't forward, or backward, Just awkward. Oh! That was awkward, the duped say. He's awkward, but will grow into those feet, quipped the coach. When I met you again, Awkward hardly was enough to define the moment. And, months later, it's still awkward being near you. I need to touch your hand, purposefully, To get over this awkwardness, because I don't see it in your eyes, Or hear it in your voice. We don't have time for awkwardness; A word so onomatopoeic, It's awkward saying it.
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Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 12:14 PM UTC
Feeling a Bit Awkward
I have a difficult time saying, Awkward. And it's not easy to spell. It isn't forward, or backward, Just awkward. Oh! That was awkward, the duped say. He's awkward, but will grow into those feet, quipped the coach. When I met you again, Awkward hardly was enough to define the moment. And, months later, it's still awkward being near you. I need to touch your hand, purposefully, To get over this awkwardness, because I don't see it in your eyes, Or hear it in your voice. We don't have time for awkwardness; A word so onomatopoeic, It's awkward saying it.
francie-lynch
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Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 12:14 PM UTC
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