I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.
Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged.
Missing me one place search another,
I stop some where waiting for
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*stares at page awkwardly, wondering what to write* It's a really pretty poem, Gaara.
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Thank you, Ino.
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...Listen, I'm sorry about what happened and I don't want things to be weird. I know I'm probably the one making them weird, but I don't even know if you still want to be my friend or not - not that you've really made me think you don't, because you haven't. But if you actually don't that's totally fine, I mean I completely understand and I totally won't get angry. I just really wanna know where I stand with you because I'm so confused right now and that's probably all just from me being weird. Don't know why I am. And I can't believe I didn't notice abou- Shit, I totally didn't intend to start rambling...
...Sorry.
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I'm not angry.
And, yes. I would still like to b your friend.
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Really? I- We- Do you maybe want to go for a walk around the lake then, or something sometime, if you're free of course... Just to talk, not anything else...
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Of course.
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Hey.
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G-Gaara. Hey.
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Ino.
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