Anonymously Yours

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First thought in the morning,
When the alarm can't stop ringing
And my heart still aching.
'i am still yours'.

Around people i meet during the day,
When jokes are shared along the way
And compliments become his say.
'i still think about you'

Supposed to be focused in class,
When the board was as grass
And anger telling me that you're an ass.
'regardless, i still wanna be with you'

Last thought at night,
When tears are covering my sight,
But nothing covering my hurt.
'i still hug my pillow, pretending its you and i say, I'll always be yours'

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