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Jun 2018
I know you like him.
I know you always stalk him.
I know you took little non-quality pictures of him.

I know it.

The way you look at him.
The way you smile when you see him.
The way your behaviour changes,
I know all this.

Still, I let you talk about him a lot when I'm there,
because I look at that smile of yours carefully,
and your eyes sparkle beautifully.

Tell me more about him.
Sure it hurts,
But inside of me I'm happy to see you happy.
melika
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melika  16/F
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