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Dec 2017
There's this boy in my math class
He doesn't talk, he doesn't interact
He sits in the back, to my left
He likes doodling
He spoke to me once
He looked me in the eye once
His eyes are blue
Nice to know

There's this boy in my science class
He doesn't speak, he doesn't socialize
He sits in the back, to my right
He was playing music on his phone once
He likes loud things
Nice to know

There's this boy in my French class
He only speaks in that class
He asks me questions a lot in that class
He called me beautiful in French once
That was nice to hear

There was this boy in my PE class
He wasn't that fast cause he kept up with me
He liked to talk to me in PE class
He liked to talk to me
That was nice to know

There's this boy I knew
He only spoke to me
He didn't socialize without me
That was dependable

There is this boy
Rotting 6 feet underground
He doesn't speak
He doesn't move
He doesn't breathe
That wasn't nice to know
I don't know
JA S-Mine
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JA S-Mine  13/F/the void
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