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Him, Her, and Everyone Else

Eighth grade is no big deal
That’s what I thought anyways
But to him I’m a steal
Can’t he forget those days?

When we talk, I can’t tell
He’s a great actor it seems
I thought I knew him so well
But he hides in his dreams

I smile back no matter what
Only to make him smile too
That’s when his shell opens up
I can see his eyes are bluest blue

Since he hides away and never lets me in
He’ll never find my love, I’ll never be his



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