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May 2014
Sitting there,
We're so close.
We feel the heat
Rise to our cheeks.
Together there's sparks.

But then,
She comes.
And I watch you
Turn away from me.
You always choose her.

And again,
I see.
As your eyes light up
And you smile at her.
Knowing it'll never be me.
JustBeingMe
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