I’m back in 7th grade again.

Please like me, I think. Please, please.
Please don’t see me as awkward, scary or desperate
Please accept me and my gifts. There’s no price to me as I give myself as freely as I can.

Please talk. Please call. Please text.
Please be your best self.

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