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I know it won't be acknowledged, My petty yet pretty love for you. And as much as it hurts to write this down, I'll be damned, if all this isn't true. Somewhere, out there, beyond my reach, I know you still wander around. So, I look for places that you'd fit in, And listen for that familiar sound. Uneasiness grows, fear fills me, Countless questions make my heart sink. My whole body seems paralyzed, It fills my mind; I can't even think. Do you have a photo of me, with you in it or rather "US" in it? Was I worthy of your camera's flash? and those thoughts that made our smiles lit. Have I done you so wrong that you refuse, to even look in my direction? Was it so hard to put me down, with a little more of your affection? Never did you kiss me, at least miss me, So, my wishful thinking keeps me sane. I wasn't the one for your drunk texts, I was painting our smiles on your windowpane. I didn't hide, I'm still here, And I didn't hide even bac