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But it still scares the shit out of e, and there’s this girl who I sit close to every day She’s short and petite, her hair is long and blonde and she relutton for punish she’s so my breath when she turns her head in my direction, always ready to be surprised when I find out Fable really is sitting next towith the disappointment when the truth is revealed She isn’t who I want her to be No one ever will be

The professor is droning on but I’ A letter I will never give a certain so to explode Once my pen meets the paper they just flow and I have no control over the you

And I don’t kno to le day

Soyou Hurting you

And I want you to know I…

Long for you

Love you

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I stare at irl I love will never read I draw little squiggly lines around it A cursive F, just like I was taught in elementary school Her name Fable A story A myth A fairy tale She’s my story I want to live and breathe and die for her and she has no idea howelse I’d rather sit in class and write her love poees in the on irl

As pretty as she deserves the

Best No h to tell her I stare at this new bit I wrote for her and disgust fills h for her I can’t even tell Fable how I really feel about her to her face

“Are you a writer?”