Seventeen.

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I sigh deeply in my bed
It's 2 o'clock am
My thoughts of you won't leave me
Will there ever be an end?
I crawl under the blanket
And then crawl straight back out
I squirm and then I toss and turn
Oh shit! It's 10 AM

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