Why do I act like I'm in grade seven.
When I see you I contemplate running away.
You make my legs turn to jelly.
When I actually have to walk past you,
My mind freezes up, and I forget how to move.
When I see you hugging her,
My heart drops.
And I forget how to breathe.
Just a glance at you,
Sends my heart into palpatations.
And it's only getting worse each day.
Please notice me, like I can't help but notice you.
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