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Jun 2016
He wasn't strong compared to the Others,
He wasn't beautiful like the models she dreams of at night,
He studered every time he ordered lunch,
He never got his work in on time,
And he was rude,

But what caught her attention was when he ran back into the building,
past the fire fighters that were to scared to go back in.
She notice when he didn't look back.
She noticed the way he was unable stop himself,
She stayed silent slowly following love with his courage.

The truth was that while he ran into the flames he could only think of her face.
When he found the child, her thankful smile reminded him of her.
And when the roof fell in on him it sounded just like his heart did every time she never noticed him.
-3 AM memories of a lonely women
Emma Lee
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