Thinking of you

The other day
I found myself
Thinking of you
Yet again
I said I wouldn't but I did
I'm sorry
Not to you
But to myself
I didn't mean anything
By it
Thinking of you
You
The scar
I hold in my heart
Torn open once again
Hurts like a dying dream
Because I'm thinking of you
Not dying but
I wish I was
Not sick but
Still diseased
Because I just can't
Stop
Thinking
Of
You

The End

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