but the air i breathe,
the people i know,
the emotions i feel--
dictate that it is but a lie.
why must my mind torture me
with this absurd anxiety of,
"does he still know i exist?" or,
"i wonder if he thinks about me,
as much as i do, him."
what a foolish, silly girl i am.
i don't know.
i miss you.
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