xxiii | from afar

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There once was a girl who liked someone who doesn't even acknowledge her presence,
And he have a high and strong wall around him, a fence.

One time, she saw him with another girl, she smiled,
Even though when they kissed, she died.

She only stared at him again from afar,
As they sat there alone and was holding hands.

Days continued and she could only stare and observe them,
She could only hope they'll be together forever.

From afar.

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