In Kindergarten, he had black hair and hazel eyes, he told me I was nice

In Second Grade, he had blonde hair and blue eyes, he told me we were best friends

In Fifth Grade, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he told me he hated me

In Eighth Grade, he had brown hair and blue eyes, he told me I was smart

In Ninth Grade, he had brown hair and brown eyes, he told me I was worth it

What color are your eyes and your hair? And what will you tell me?

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