How much I liked you,
It wouldn't be,
This awkward,
To talk to you.
I wish I could tell you,
How I feel,
Or even,
Just say hi,
But you're that kind of guy.
You make this,
Weird feeling,
Come when I,
See you,
So I just leave.
But you came over to me,
And asked me my name,
And we became,
Really good friends,
Who hold hands,
Secretly...
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