when i first met you, you were still new in that class. but, you clicked so well with the others—like a social butterfly. you wore a blue shirt that perfectly fits on your skinny figure; kinda reminds me of a breadstick.
back then, i didn't really care about your existence. so, what made me suddenly wanted to know you?
boy, even i don't know.
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japanese boy, i hate you
Krótkie Opowiadaniaa story where i met this one japanese boy who kind of changed my life and he made me believed that I deserved someone better.
