"The way he runs his
fingers through his hair.
The way his lips curled
into a smile.
The way he looks at me
with his eyes.
They were just a scary
reminder that we weren't
meant for each other."
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Poetry"you are important never forget that, but if you do forget, I'll always be there to remind you how important you are."
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"The way he runs his
fingers through his hair.
The way his lips curled
into a smile.
The way he looks at me
with his eyes.
They were just a scary
reminder that we weren't
meant for each other."