A Bird Among Fish

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She's a senior now while I just graduated.

I'm leaving. 

She looks so cute when she smiles, so I try to make her laugh.

I'm leaving.

We haven't even talked that much, I'm just getting to know her.

I'm leaving.

Two weeks left, and I still feel like this.

I'm leaving.

Why does God, or fate, or chance have to put her in my head, every day.

I'm leaving.

It seems unfair that as I meet her, geography has to pull us apart.

I'm leaving.

It's not fair to her if I ask her out, but staying away hurts too much.

I'm leaving.

I can't sleep when I think about her; the adrenaline keeps me up.

I'm leaving.

I tell my heart, "there's a lot of fish in the ocean"; my heart replies, "...she's more of a bird, a fish doesn't stand a chance".

I'm leaving.

But soon, I have to say goodbye, both to her and my feelings.

After all...

I'm leaving.

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