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Dec 2019
You were the one to sit next to me
Voice my thoughts of familiarity
You were the one who thought I was pretty despite being bundled in layers of clothing to keep warm that night
You were the first to say truly charming things
And make cliches your own
My friends can call me immature
Naive
But I want to know this perfect yet penniless prince
And how your life had to be so
What flaws are within you?
Please let me continue
Chasing my pretty bell boy
You turn cute proposals into lighthearted jokes. Never knowing that I would've accepted them. I think I've met the one that got away. As I have little hope of catching him.
Squid
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Squid  16/F
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