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Jul 2015
When I saw you with her,
I know I'll never add up in your eyes..
You still like her, I can tell.
I hate being jealous of her.
She's pretty, skinny, has friends who care,
She's had both guys that I've liked..
And then there's me.
Poor, ugly, fat me.
What do you see in me?
I like you and you don't see it..
Caitlin
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Caitlin  America
(America)   
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   Timothy
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