Stare

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I don't even know why I like you. We never even spoke. I guess I just felt special.
You used to stare at me with your brown eyes and that smile that made my stomach turn upside down.
My heart never bumped for you. I could never call it love.
One day, I notice you staring at another girl, the same way you stare at me. And then, I was not blind anymore. You stare at every single girl.
I could just ignore this. I really tried. But you stopped staring me. I was staring alone.
And now, I'm just staring the wall trying to forget you.

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