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How can you manage to make me feel the way I do when I barely even know the deep secret you keep hidden? I've fallen no matter, it's a curse. It happens to everyone except my luck tends to go a bit wayward. I just want a chance to show you myself. I can be everything you need me to be but you don't see that. You don't see me at all. For once I set my expectations far too high, I chase after things I can't have. I think winter has made me give up. I hate crushes so severe they break through your ribcage. Maybe someday she'll notice how much I want her.