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Again it's nothing to friends but something

to me cause i can't forget her blushing,

heads busy bumping, memories keep buzzing,

i keep puffing so i'm never again loving,

why even bother, i'll act proper,

like my father never once try to stop her,

not like a copper coin deserves a jaw dropper,

like a choppers blades, she kept spinning and i couldn't stop her,

for the first time i had something to rhyme,

something to lose and a reason to turn into a mime,

but i kept talking, part-time pushing that i'm

not a doomed soldier committing a war crime,

who is she to constantly disagree,

with the fact that she means everything to me,

call me gutsy then erase it and get set free,

i'll never forget a single word she ever said to me.