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You weren't there.
You didn't notice when I
scrawled your name
Across the front of my notebook,
Then emblazened it
with hearts.
You weren't there when I looked to you for support,
But
you gave it none-the-less.
You weren't aware that I thought about you
constantly,
And dreamed of you every night.
You were only there once,
and when you were,
You were even more wonderful.
Then you forgot about
me.
So when I think: 'I wonder what he's doing now,
He could be at
work,
He could be breaking for lunch,
He could be playing with his
kids,
He could be whispering sweet nothings to his wife,'
There is
only one thing I can be sure of.
You're not sitting there thinking: 'I
wonder what she's doing now'.
You're not thinking of
me.
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