Maybe There’s this boy I see everyday. He's there, I think he's nice. He has nice ash hair and fair skin. He's listening to coldplay. I fell over. There’s this boy I see everyday. He's there, I like this boy. He looks uneasy, he's quiet today. He's drawing something. I wasted my day thinking about talking to him. There’s this boy a see somewhat regularly. He's there, but, not really. He's almost blank. He's leaving already. I know I love him. There was this boy sometime ago. I know where he is, and that’s where he stays. He said he loved me, he said sorry; too. I wish I talked to him. maybe it’s my fault
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