And Then I Met You
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It was just a normal day at school for me. I never talked to anybody. Nobody ever talked to me. I’d heard about you. Everyone had. I never thought you would talk to me or even acknowledge me. But you did.
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I used to be lonely.
I used to be quiet.
I used to be made fun of.
And then I met you.
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