Different is the way he looked at me the first time in class
The first time we ever hung out he treated me like I was something
He saw me differently then anyone else ever did
Through the months the looked changed
From love, to frustration, to happiness
but soon that all faded away
the look was gone and I no longer mattered
Different was the way he didn't look at me that day
so simple, but still so powerful. good job!
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