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October 3, 2013

I don't know

I thought we were friends.

Until i fell for you and i thought you felt it too. . .

But i noticed.

I couldn't reach for your hand and expect your finger tips to brush up against mine.

I couldn't walk the halls and assume that you would talk to me or even magnify the fact that you even knew who I was.

But outside,

away from everyone else . . .

I thought I saw something different.

Something that i thought i could fix, give you a heart!

But i realized i can't fix you.

I can only pick up your pieces and hand them to you.

And i can't give you a heart if you won't take it.

I don't know maybe i was a fool not a fool in love but a fool for you!

And maybe i was dumb! or too damn smart for my own good .

You may not be the one but someone out there is .

Someone who will hold my hand and let people know what we are .

Someone who will love me for me.

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