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For him. For his eyes never to see |
| }To the boy I loved I miss you. I love your brown short hair I love your funny style I love your humor I loved you. To the boy I loved, I want to hang out more You’re now “too cool” for me And I’ve “moved on” But I miss you. I’ve had “first loves” in relationships But truly you were my first love To the boy I loved I truly miss you |