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Jan 2018
I sit sadly, a row away.
I glance at him, every once in a while,
Hoping for something to happen.
Sometimes he smiles at me,
Says something funny.
I just long to have a conversation,
And maybe, just be friends.
She told me that he's a *******.
I kind of believe her.
I can't let myself be damaged by him,
I'm already hurt enough.
I wish I was cool.
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