I sit and I wait.
Watching.
Hoping.
That maybe this next time,
it'll be you.
But it never is.
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Thoughts of a Quiet Girl
PoetryThinking hurts Especially when your thoughts Are trying to kill you
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I sit and I wait.
Watching.
Hoping.
That maybe this next time,
it'll be you.
But it never is.
