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I see your smiles, and I smile back.
Ouch.
Something about the nice way you're treating me makes me feel even more left out.
Ouch.
I don't understand why you're being nice to me.
I don't understand why I can't just take the fact that you're being nice to me and just run with it.
Ouch.
Being around you guys is intoxicating, it makes me smile.
But you don't know me.
You'll never know me.
You'll never want to.
Ouch.
Even now, You give me this look like you accept me. How can you possibly accept me?
Ouch.
And then you treat me...like I'm nice.
You treat me like...you care about me.
Ouch.
I think you're lying.
Ouch.
But then I look at you.
You've looked at me.
You're watching where my hands are held.
Ouch.
You look away.
Ouch.
There's a concerned look on your face.
Stop.
I'm not the only one keeping secrets.
Stop.
What do I do now?
Stop.
When you know?
Stop.
Pause.
Ouch.
Not until you tell me to stop.
Ouch.
Something about the nice way you're treating me makes me feel even more left out.
Ouch.
I don't understand why you're being nice to me.
I don't understand why I can't just take the fact that you're being nice to me and just run with it.
Ouch.
Being around you guys is intoxicating, it makes me smile.
But you don't know me.
You'll never know me.
You'll never want to.
Ouch.
Even now, You give me this look like you accept me. How can you possibly accept me?
Ouch.
And then you treat me...like I'm nice.
You treat me like...you care about me.
Ouch.
I think you're lying.
Ouch.
But then I look at you.
You've looked at me.
You're watching where my hands are held.
Ouch.
You look away.
Ouch.
There's a concerned look on your face.
Stop.
I'm not the only one keeping secrets.
Stop.
What do I do now?
Stop.
When you know?
Stop.
Pause.
Ouch.
Not until you tell me to stop.
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This is true for me.