Smiling Is it me? Is it kindnes? a mistake? Why? Can it be true? I've never been there. This is it. I feel it. Does she? Please god, please! Let me know... I slowly fade out the window. freedom. All those people. Free. She stares around the room. I feel her eyes. I feel the discomfort creeping up from behind. I feel her stares. Studying. Studying. Gone. I stare now. Can she feel my piercing eyes? Contact. Smiling.
Reason for writing:
I am near a girl everyday and this is what I experience.
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