May 20, 2013
When you walk on by,
My face turns red,
My heart beats a million miles a minute,
I become frozen,
Voices piling in my head,
A million tiny voices in my head,
One voice for each mile my heat beats,
I realize that my chances are low,
But I will try,
Try to make you see,
That we are meant to be

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