The Daisy

The Daisy

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She sits there every single day; books scattered everywhere. Apple and water bottle by here stack of books. Every single day she sits there not having a care in the world. She doesn't talk, just works. What amazes me is she never looks sad, mad, worried, frightened, just happy. To happy. She makes me so curious; I just want to see what she's thinking. Look at things in her point of view. I can't because I'm to nervous. All I need to do is conjure up the courage to talk, to the girl with the daisy in her hair.
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She's always ahead. The bright, smart, girl I always knew. Here I am, she probably just became friends with me back then because she felt sorry for my stupidity. Why does she even talk to me? But...I'll do anything for her. She deserves to be protected, even if I am just a stupid idiot. She's forever will be, always out of reach.

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