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Alex was different. To others, they saw it as a bad difference, but I saw it as a good one. 
The beginning of this year just happened to be bad for him. 
Everyone hated him, but I didn't. 
Everyone whispered foul things about him, but I didn't. 
People told him false, rude things, but I didn't. 
No one ever tied to talk to him, give him a friend. 
I did. 
He was kind hearted, and had so much love. He had a huge heart. People just couldn't see it. They couldn't feel it. 
But I could. 
His heart beats. His huge, warm heart. He had a beautiful heart. 
No one would even try to see that. 
I did. 
No one ever had a romance with him.  
Maybe I will. 
Maybe I'll take a risk. 
Maybe I'll get my heart broken. 
Maybe I can be fixed. 
Maybe he can be fixed. 
Sometimes, all one person needs is you.
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