Are We Friends?

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You usually smile at me,
Even though I'm someone
to oversee.
You won't look for me,
It makes me glad at least.
You don't notice me,
It's a good thing honestly.
You can get a hold of me,
but I won't let you, so you
won't embarrass me.
I'm sorry this sounds so,
Queerly.
I do this for you,
Even if you don't appreciate it.
I'm sorry if this is bothersome.

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