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Saturday, 14 November 2009 . 06:04

the girl i liked...

is someone special to me...
yet common to others...

is the perfect girl to me...
but some thinks she is imperfect...

is a very talented girl
others thinks she is extra...

is a very smart girl
teachers thought that she was only hardworking...

treats me with harsh coldness
greet others with warm welcome...

avoid nearing me...
willingly render help to others...

is a total stranger to me
very popular with others...

greets me with silence
others commented she was sociable...

is it me...
or you...

the girl i liked has changed unknowingly...

P.S: I still remembered you were the first to said i was emo...

a song for you...