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Woe is me. Unrequitted love has never been more aparent in my life. While having a conversation with him, I had become aware, through his own admission, that he has let his heart be captured by a boy. A boy. An underage not-yet-legal boy. Look at me. I can't even compare to a mere boy. His words, in a failed attempt to comfort me, seemed strained somehow. It's one of those things that I can't quite put my finger on. I'm sure he knows how I feel, though I've never told him to his face. Otherwise, why would he put together the words to show compassion and sympathy for my feelings?
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