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She has glasses. She's short. She's shy. So it's not her looks by themselves. She wants to get to know me. She works with me. She gave me candy. She is human. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Something in her eyes. I think they're blue. Something in her name. All but one letter was in a dream. I don't want to say it. What else could it be? What makes her stick in my thoughts? What if I'm just overreacting? What if I'm not ready? Good sweet mercy she's cute.
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
What Is It?
She has glasses. She's short. She's shy. So it's not her looks by themselves. She wants to get to know me. She works with me. She gave me candy. She is human. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Something in her eyes. I think they're blue. Something in her name. All but one letter was in a dream. I don't want to say it. What else could it be? What makes her stick in my thoughts? What if I'm just overreacting? What if I'm not ready? Good sweet mercy she's cute.
SHUT UP BRAIN
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Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC
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