He sits on a rock in the middle of the river, passing judgement on everyone who crosses. I shouldn’t care what he thinks of me. But I care so much I can’t sleep at night, wondering, worrying, wishing that he liked me more.
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Notes:
1. Written on 21st August, 2026
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