Pathetic Crush
Your artistic views and intelligence would render...
a part of me that made you more than a class member
Hall way confrontation was slightly embarrassing
with my head towards the floor I felt like I was inheriting… someone's guilt
which made me guilty too
but a realistic analysis would show that, nothing should be built.
There was nothing among us, and nothing ever happened.
You were just being nice and I knew this feeling would fatten…
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