

Indescribable.I’m staring again I can’t help it It’s hard not to I feel wrong and I hate it But I love you And I hate me But I love this Your eyes look so dark and hollow In the dim light of our class room They’re unreadableIndescribable.
You do not notice me You’re writing in your notebook You always doodle all over the pages And you think it’s cute I think it’s stupid and I hate it But I love you…
It’s lunchtime and you’re sitting across from me We’re staring at each other Though not simultaneously
We don’t want anyone to know We’re both too
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"They are not really books though are they vince? They are more scriblings of a retard..."
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"They are not really books though are they vince? They are more scriblings of a retard..."
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"They are not really books though are they vince? They are more scriblings of a retard..."
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