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Aug 2015
He noticed me.**

And later we talk.
End up becoming comfortable,
And then comes my assumptions.
Not telling him,
These feelings of mine
   end up unrequited.
I thought there would be
But I'll just be lying to myself.
I keep up my usual act
And hide away the frown there should be.
Paramount Pawn
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Paramount Pawn
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