i need a lobotomy, to separate my mind from thoughts of you

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do you still think of me?
i wonder
because i still think of you

when my eyes are blinded by the sun
i think of you
when the blanket of the night adorns the sky
i think of you

when i think at all
i think of all of you
when i think of nothing
i think of nothing but you

do you still think of me?
i hope so
because no matter what
i just can't help
but think
of you
and wish you were thinking of me too.

are you?

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