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Superstitious girl,
don't fall in love with him.
He has half a heart
and half a mind.
Superstitious boy,
don't fall in love on a whim.
Too tall, too skinny,
you can take your time.
I read a book about the perfect girl,
but the pages were old and torn.
He wanted tall girls with short hair
because the perfect girls aren't the ones who are born.
I read that the cutest girls are the ones
who think they're ugly,
and how the superstitious ones
are the best to kiss.
I read a book about the perfect guy,
and it turns out they're the ones
all the girls walk by.
don't fall in love with him.
He has half a heart
and half a mind.
Superstitious boy,
don't fall in love on a whim.
Too tall, too skinny,
you can take your time.
I read a book about the perfect girl,
but the pages were old and torn.
He wanted tall girls with short hair
because the perfect girls aren't the ones who are born.
I read that the cutest girls are the ones
who think they're ugly,
and how the superstitious ones
are the best to kiss.
I read a book about the perfect guy,
and it turns out they're the ones
all the girls walk by.
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The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
II.
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"It can be fixed."
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I left it all behind.
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