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Oh, to get love boombed


And there was this girl, sat in her pretty yellow dress, like a pearl in a sheel she looked. The smiles she gave me, oh, how her eyes shined Mine accidently did too. Everything she did, ,,entry" was big on her heart. And how days counted days, rolled up immedietly to this day. ,,The t-shirt suits you!", confused how i was, ,,does she like me?", never a honest answer came out. So, i touched her hand to see if she turns Red. And how she did. The girl i once admired, now must be set to ,,sensitive!" List. But, i, what should i do? Presents were overlapping, chats were exploding. Even my birthday she did remember? What is hers? I don't know. She knows my favourite color, everything what i like, but what do i know about her? Oh! She i think likes writing, i assume, i mean she writes good. Oh, i slipped again. I mean i What shall i do? Ofcourse i complimented her too and took the gifts. Never talked with her abt it. Maybe Just maybe if i did I wouldn't have hurted her like that. But i needed to say: ,,you shouldn't gift me anything
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