My Peculiar Way of Crushing

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I don't know your name
Do you know mine?
I mean, I think we should after all this time. You sit there, and I sit here, It's been like this for half a year.

I've never noticed you before, like a tree with no decor. And even still I just ignore, but secretly I do adore.

And you'd never look at me, but many times our eyes would meet. And you'd never talk to me, but I'm the one who would not speak.

Only pavement jagged and tarred could catch my heart that's not been scared, but what's left upon mine charm? Unloved I'll stay unharmed.

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