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the 0843 bus.
i boarded the bus and walked in
and she was busy revising.
i looked at her, she looked at me.
and then i chose a seat near her.
it strucked me.
not only did she look like you.
she reminds me of you.
the glasses.
the hair.
and her everything is black.
and oh, her name.
its the same as your name.
i freak myself out.
what am i doing?
sheesh.
this is wrong.
but then again, its better to be less gay and be reminded of the past that made my thoughts gay.
i boarded the bus and walked in
and she was busy revising.
i looked at her, she looked at me.
and then i chose a seat near her.
it strucked me.
not only did she look like you.
she reminds me of you.
the glasses.
the hair.
and her everything is black.
and oh, her name.
its the same as your name.
i freak myself out.
what am i doing?
sheesh.
this is wrong.
but then again, its better to be less gay and be reminded of the past that made my thoughts gay.
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