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I. Sit quietly and pretend your words of flattery
Were simply out of earshot,
Didn't make my too-easily-involved heart
Do the 100 yard dash,
For the sake of preserving
My sanity.

II. Maybe tonight when it's quiet,
And I've put away
The culminated public alternate,
I'll allow an
Overyly-emotional tear
To sum up
What lies inside
The cold, socially stunted girl
You've come to expect.

III. By the way,
She's really A-Number 1.
Written by Darcy
Published | Edited 9th Jul 2012
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