imagine
an infinite meadow
picking daisies
picking petals
he loves me
he loves me not
and I talk to myself
as if no one can hear me
while I stare at the clouds
the petals fly away in the wind
maybe someone can relate
someone out there
just
anyone
he loves me not he loves me
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