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You say you never fell inlove with him till you pulled yourself on the collar

Some thought just "nonesense" words have been thrown here or there, 
but his words my ears listened, 
my eyes attracted, 
my brain distracted.

My soul day by day relaxed.

I stood on the stage, 
with my leggins which were ripped on the thights, 
but my bright yellowish dress covered it well,
I wore it because it was the one I really liked.
I don't know but smiled at you, 
and you smiled too.

I don't know and waved you,
you noticed and smiled.
Did your hand start to vibrate?
Did your brain sleep enough on bed, does it search the ai to get some facts asked?

I don't know, 
and I am not sure.
Sometimes my Impulse responded,
but sometimes...

when we both spit evil here and there,
some might think a apology might make it clear.
I apologized, 
and he accepted it by setting the chat free.

I don't know, 
but I pushed my equipment aside when you meeded to sit next to me.

I don't know, 
but since there were no chaieeerrrrssssss-
maybe there were some left, 
but my mind played crazy and I accepted sitting next to you.
And I could normally open my sticker bag with out feeling ashamed just because you were there.

I don't know, 
but I nodded and not responded.

I don't know, 
but I didn't smileeeeee-
I don't like to smile.
I have a resting face anyways.

I don't know why, 
but I don't hug my friends anymore, 
I feel tightened.

When I throw with someone jokes here and there, 
and I notice him somewhere, 
I don't face him but show him the picture about a laugh with the other.
Some might say it was a happy group dynamic.

I was looking at the other one the whole time,
my smile stood still, 
I noticed his movement of looking which was enough for me.
I didn't see his facial expression and just quickly put it away.

I don't know why, 
I reminded myself that this might not be my piece of pie,
In the end.


But I wanted him looking, 
I wanted him looking because-
..
..
I don't know.




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