Everyone falls,
For his sparkling eyes. He cannot love all; The ultimate demise. Friendship we share; Nothing more. A one way street; A locked door. Feelings will never be mutual, He sitting on top, Of the social pyramid. My existence a prop. Never to be anything, That’s how it goes. Another impossible situation. Soul mates lost, I suppose.
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