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Dec 2012
I am awkward.
Ya, I admit it.

I don't know how to talk to you
And it hurts when you don't talk to me.

I wish I had that beautiful red hair
... You seem to like those.

It's hard when there are days
That I feel like it's so easy
And I want to be with you,
So badly.

Ya, I'm awkward
But that's just one of my quirks

But, you know...

I'm not always awkward.

I just don't know
How to put into words
What I feel about you.

I'm rather infatuated with you...
It's not that big of a secret.
Melissa Deaun Weaver
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