I Can't Think Of A Title 'Cause All I Can Think About Is You.
_She's a beauty. You should see her walk. See her move. See her be. It's perfection, no questions asked. Sure, this is cliche. A guy falling for a cute girl hard. Hard. Hard. My lungs are collapsed. My mind is in an upwind. And it's all her fault. I just wish I could approach her. But I've ran out of insect repellent and the butterflies are coming back. I'm done for. Leave another box unchecked. Another chance delicately wrecked.
I know you hear this always, but I want you to be mine.
But judging by my past days, I'm just not worth your time.
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