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You sit in front, not behind, They don't notice you, but you feel butterflies. You see them, but they doesn't see you, you find yourself, jealous, jealous, of that one, the person who holds their attention, you are standing right next to the person, just inches away, but they don't see you. Why? Why do I feel this way? They are someone who you don't even like.
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
Why am I jealous?
You sit in front, not behind, They don't notice you, but you feel butterflies. You see them, but they doesn't see you, you find yourself, jealous, jealous, of that one, the person who holds their attention, you are standing right next to the person, just inches away, but they don't see you. Why? Why do I feel this way? They are someone who you don't even like.
TheGlitterDragon
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Jan 8, 2017
Jan 8, 2017 at 9:54 PM UTC
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