His eyes are so stunning
when i see him i go
running, Im scared
he might see me
when im blushing
he makes me smile,
and laugh when i
talk to him
i haven't seen
him in a while
i miss him more
then u can even
imagin
They say you
can't feel love
at this young of
a age, if this
isn't love then
what do u call it?
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