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As you walked down the halls.
You were my high school crush. I loved you so much.
It was you, I wanted to touch.
It was you, I fantasized about.
It made me scream and shout.
You were with another guy. That made me cry. I could never catch your eye.
You were in my mind and heart, all.
Something with you, it was true, I did want to start.
The prettiest girl in school. You were so cool.
At you, I always took a look.
I loved to see you in the library reading a book.
I tried to catch your eye. I did not, and
that made me cry.