I changed my hairstyle for you. I know you like how I look, when you look down on me. I kiss you there so you can look at my face on purpose. Look... Look... Look at me... This is the best way I know how to tell you. I love you more than you could ever imagine. I've finally mustered up my courage and have told you, "I love you, Chiaki" and all I got was, "I don't need you, you lowly mongrel." Why are you so adamant about not letting people get close to you?
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