But sometimes, it's just too frustrating that you can't have it.
I guess that's when you fight for it it.
Now, Yet another revision of my game plan!
*Brainstorms*
Hope

NotesShe writes him notes, Almost every day.Notes
He tells me there cute, Nothing more.
He never writes back, Never thinks twice. He just smiles, His pitying smile.
Shes sweet, he says, not my type.
Hes beautiful, she says, Worth my wasted time.
They push my limits, I think, I could cry.
Nether wishing pain, they both play the game.
For lack of nothing better, they just keep going.
Playing the pain, Like a poorly written sonant.

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It has a Gothic flare, which is something I really like
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