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2001-12-10 09:06:12 (UTC)

First Love (Poem)

Though we are from different classes, we live in the same
area, taking the same bus to school and home. We started to
know each other through her friend who is in my class. I
begin to find that I like her, I think of her all day.
Finally I approach her and tell her that I like her, she
accepted. I was very happy and we enjoyed the time we had
together, we shared everything, even the tiniest matters.
It did not last long, as we broke up. Two weeks was to be
exact. She felt that I did not spent enough time with her
and she did not like it. I was very disappointed and sad
though I pretend to be fine. Why is first love always so

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