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If I told you I loved you and said, all the words in my screwed up head, and whispered softly this time, about how I wish you were mine, would you look at me the same, would you still call my name.

Now you walk away every time I get close, but this is what I miss the most, the way you would laugh and smile at me, the way you would take a chance and see, now it just seems like you don’t want me to be around, so I just stand there and stare at the ground.
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