I don't talk with you, and i don't know why exactly.
It's hard for obscure reasons.
You are pretty... pretty.
Like the music says:
"You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me"
But that does not apply to this situation, cause you are beautiful, and you CAN mean a lot to me.
I wish i can say i'm sorry... but i don't feel nothing.
And i don't know why too.
So, i spend a night, looking for some picture which i don't look like a retard.
Trying to gather courage to...
Try my luck with you.
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