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Nov 2015
My friends, they sit and glare,
About who has the chance
To strike up something with him
Maybe a little romance

While I just stand by
An tears fall from my eyes
I know he'll never like me,
So why do I even try?
Alexa Sinclair
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Alexa Sinclair
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