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How I Feel

I don't talk much, but I care a bunch. I want to tell you how I feel, none of your friends like me, some try to spite me. You won't know this is for you and I'll be a due. I was the new kid in your first period math, some wanted me to feel their wrath. Mr. Scott was a jerk, I kinda wish he'd get fired. These clues I'm leaving scare me into not breathing for fear you'll know that I like you so. I know you'll never like me back, but when I see you I have a mini heart attack.

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