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Apr 2016
I was new to this place,
And the first thing I saw,
Was her beautiful face,
And I stood there with an open jaw,
My heart started to race,
And blood rushed to my face,
I was too shy,
And couldn't talk to her for days,
I was naturally shy,
That all I could do,
Is watch her pass by,
And I would be jealous,
When she talks to other guys,
And because of my shyness,
All I can do is,
Watch this princess.
Peice of my imagination
Phantom Poet
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Phantom Poet  21/M/La Rochelle, France
(21/M/La Rochelle, France)   
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