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Love Lost


Omg I feel like a creep but gosh darn I see her in my sleep. Nothing perverted I swear; if she was but a memory my heart would tear. I think its just me though; you know the one feeling a flare, when in reality there is nothing there. I shouldn't look because I might stare but i have to look because otherwise I wouldn't care. Her smile is so mesmerizing it's like dawn’s sunlight; and yes she is very intellectually bright. She is awesome and cool. But what if all she sees in me is a fool; shoot id let her use me as a tool. You know what man YOLO, its worth a shot in my attempt to not be solo. M. A. Guzman (2014)
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