Poems, Poems, Poems

Poems, Poems, Poems

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"They don't know who I am." I thought in my head as I wrote it down. "They'll never know, but they know who I like." I thought as I also wrote it down. "You'll never find out." I said out loud as I smiled then wrote it down. I told up the note very neatly and got up. I left the room and walked to my enemy's locker. I stuff the note in her locker. She's have no idea who I am and who I like. Sincerely, Poems Poems Poems
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