There's that person you like,
but you don't know why.
they walk down the street,
but you don't say hi.
then you go home,
and try to do something,
but everything you do,
makes you think of that person.
all these questions go through your mind,
why didn't I say something,
what are they like.
there's a reason why they're in your mind,
this is the person you really like.
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