A poem about the girl I could never have.
Tito walked through crowded halls like the world had written songs for her already, and boys— boys like me— became background noise...
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Tito walked through crowded halls like the world had written songs for her already, and boys— boys like me— became background noise...
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I was a girl uniquely me, I had flaws but I was me People around say what kind of girl gives her all to people But I was one, i never...
