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"Her"
She's the one who makes me smile.
The look on her face when her eyes meet mine,
tells me that she does not see just how much she means to me.
There is another she does love.
He's like a vulture whilst she's like a dove.
Her beauty should be let shine free.
She doesn't really look toward me,
except in a kind and friendly way,
this then does show my ignorance not to accept that she doesn't love me.
Maybe one day her feelings will change.
I drive her away by being strange.
I am so ugly which will not change.
Maybe I should leave this world, where a person like me cannot have her.
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