I can't stop thinking about her; her hair, her eyes, her laugh. She accidentally put a spell on me, and she doesn't have a reversal. People say that 12 year olds can't love, but I know I love her. I stay awake at night thinking about her, I cry about how she isn't in my life at all. I can't stop looking at her, and when we talk, my stomach flutters like there are a million hummingbirds flying around in there. I write songs and poems about her, and all the stars in space, and all the grains of sand still cannot count my love for her. But what do I know? I'm only twelve.
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