Day Four

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One of my friends caught on.
They found out my little problem.
They found you.
They didn't find out that I liked you.
No,
Not that.
They found you.
They had confessed to me that they liked you.
Asked if I could find out if you liked them in return.
I smiled.
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Sure, I'll get right on with that.
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I walked away,
Them standing there smiling like an idiot,
Me faking the smile I wore and trying not to cry out in pain.
Or would it be frustration?
At this point,
I couldn't tell how I was really feeling,
About this whole mess
That started with you.

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