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Oct 2018
I've never liked the number 13, So that's what I called you.
Hoping one day I would have to much rage against the number and it would ooze into my feelings towards you.

Yet, here I am, falling into pieces for you and wanting you to say more.
I want you to say,
"It's always been you," with a knowing smile.
"I want you to be my soulmate," your smile growing wider.
and most importantly,
"I love you and I think we should be more than friends."

The number 13 is such a strange number, I never tolerated it,
And now I can't seem to feel a warmth bond with that number.
Melany Garcia
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Melany Garcia  17/F
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