I met a girl last week
but not just any girl
I think I really like her
I know I really like her
But I don't know
what she thinks of me
and I'm scared
I don't know if I want to know
but I have to find out
The wait is killing me

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The world doesn't find her beautiful,
but I do.
The world doesn't think she fits in,
but I do.
The people don't seem to want her around,
but I do.
The people just don't seem to care,
but I do.
I just wish i could tell her,
that I do.

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Have you ever really cared?
Have you always prentended?
Why do you like her?
You barely know her.
What makes you think,
that she might like you?
Why do you always,
put yourself through this?
Why must you torment yourself?
Is she really worth it?
Why do I ask myself these questions?
When I know that she is.

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so many words
running through my head
thoughts of you
that will not lay still
have i felt this before
i'd like to think so
i try to put these thoughts
down on this paper
the ink stains the white
my mind still lingers
a notion has hit me
what has she done
could this be
a smile strikes my face
i recall being with her
there i was content
then i was happy