He scoffs, But he can't hide his blushing. No matter how hard he tried you tried harder. No matter how many times he raced, You were better. And so he tried to fight the urges to confess cause secretly he liked you. The beating in his chest acted like a bongo waiting to be free. A guitar waiting to be played. Yet he still tried to act all tough. It was hard, but not impossible. "Even though I lost, I don't recall giving up."
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