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I'M Not Angry, I'M Hurt
A small town, a teenage girl,
Crazy for her passions,
Wondering & pondering of beautiful mansions.
The same town, a teenage boy,
Bit nerdy, shy, always quiet, had a heart full of emotions.
One day just walking by, she saw him,
Had some work, about the studies, she called him by a tiny scream.
Hastily he walked to her, happy smile, with confidence dim.
Scared he said, mind sharing with me your number? Questions lengthy, won't complete quick it seems.
He went off home with a beautiful smile, staring at phone for a long while,
Buzz! ! The phone vibrates,...