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Sep 2015
I never thought I'd fall for you,
I never thought we'd ever be anything.
Not even friends.

But sitting behind you on the bus ride home, watching the passing lights flash across your face and your arm, draped over the back of your seat,
I've never wanted anything more
than to hold your hand
and feel your head rest on my shoulder.
whoops.
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   dakota is still sad, SPT and ---
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