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He's a-mazing. That's the only way I can describe him. Bloody amazing. His dirty blonde hair that flips upward ever so slightly, his nerdy frame glasses, his dark blue hoodie- everything. Even the way he walks. He moves one foot in front of the other by two inches when he walks.

Call me obsessed if you want to- I know. I bloody know. I know I'm fucking obsessed with this boy. I even wear "his" shoes. I've always noticed every little thing about him- but one thing stood out above the rest.

His shoes were the color of me.

The color of Ebony.

Black.

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 26, 2014 ⏰

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