poem 1.4

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I didn't want you in my life.

I wanted to be invisible to you,

but you had to notice me.

I don't know why you even talked to me.

I'm just the awkward quiet girl who sits in the back of the room.

why would you pick me?

why would you have to ruin me forever?

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