You’re the smirk, the smile
The tears running down my face;
You’re the embarrassed
Rush of blood to my cheeks
You’re all the goosebumps
Rising on my pale skin;
You’re the crinkle of
Worry on my forehead
You’re in every part of me, yet you
Do not know me:
Me, the girl that
You don’t see
Love this! ❤
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Thanks! 🙂 ❤
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Nice! It would be a bit frustrating, huh?
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Thanks! Just a bit…
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A lot, thinketh I!
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