chapter-eighteen

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And I was sick.
And I was sad.
Because it meant
That I was not going to see you today.
I was wondering if you wondered.
If you wondered where I was.
And I could not help but wish,
That the thought of me at least crossed your mind.
Once.
Or twice.
But why would you think of me?
A boy who's obsessed with you.
Why would I cross your mind?
But I could not help but wish.

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