I Liked A Girl

Once upon a time,

I liked a girl.

She had brown hair

And brown eyes.

She wore sweaters and leggings,

And never put her hair up.

She was kind,

And fun,

And just a little bit crazy.

She never had many friends,

But she really loved and cared for the ones she had.

She was friend_ly_ with everyone.

No one hated her.

She never made anyone upset.

She was… she was wonderful.

And deep down,

She knew that.

She didn’t see the clouds.

She didn’t hate herself.

She was happy,

She made others happy.

I liked her.

I liked me.

What the hell happened to her?

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