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  1. The closer I get the further he moves or teases and blindly becomes buddy buddy with all my hat3rs :,,,((( I love him. I am quiet. He's dorky. Same extra circulars v____v I see him everyday and on weekend(wtf) e_____e I just wanna touch hime Our unmutual feelings, but who's to blame? My incompetence is caused by... me (?) I am lost, but I've never been gone, I want to curl up and cry. My eyes are puffy and the heart mummers are more off kilter than normal. Whom should I hate more: him, myself,.. or his homecoming date(b!!!tchwitch). Cuz I cannot love when it's been invested into a dream, and I don't sleep much anymore, anyways... Any1 else?
  2. Your name is sore under my sleeve. Blood-soaked shirts cross my mind. Reminding me of all the lost times. All the times I could have said, What's killing me inside. I can't say. I look into your Icy Blues. And I just can't say. Those three words. They carve your name in me. How simple it all must seem. To anyone else. But me. I'll never say, what I never tried to say. So you see, It will be alright. It will be okay. Looking into your Icy blues. I'll go out in style. Your name is so sore under my sleeve. Your name. So sore. By the time it's possible for me to tell. What I've wanted to say. You won't be able to hear me. Your name is so sore. You can't hear me anymore. Your name. So sore. So bloody. You can't hear me anymore. It's okay. I'm going out in style. I mean, you can't even hear me. Now can you, Kyle?
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