I stand, in the school looking at you. Maybe staring but you don't notice me. Well in fact you do notice me but, you don't care about me, you're too popular to love me. You, those glasses, those freaking sweaters, those hair... You're too cute, those things you do like : puting you're sweater on you're mouth because of the cold or the way that you smile. I love you... that's a fact, but if you could love me...
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