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Sep 2013
Even when we don't speak and when I mean by 'we' I mean me
You don't see me but we're in the same group and I sit under the tree
The girl with band tee and the notebook
you sit opposite me like 10 feet
And I can't help but bite my pen extra hard when you laugh
And the way you look down when you blush
No one notices these little things
Well I hope they don't
And I don't want them to fall in love with you
Because I wouldn't stand a chance
The way you sit crossed leg on the grass even though you're so tall and the way you're obsessed with dinosaurs makes me wanna travel back in time and capture one for you even if it means I won't survive
The blue sweater you wear on a sunny day makes me wonder what you're trying to hide
Sometimes you look at me but I'm not sure what you see
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OldSoul
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