Maybe he is really that stressed.
Maybe i shouldn't be waiting for all these days.
I can never be your muse.
I can never be your listener.
I can never be your first choice.
You never like to share,
or maybe you did,
but i wouldn't know.
Because you never tell.
What are you thinking, today?
How do you feel, today?
Are you sad or happy, today?
How i wish i can predict the future, sometimes.
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