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Do you? Sometimes in the daytime, feeling the warmth of the sun, my worries seem to disappear, and I feel a new life's begun.
Happiness is all illusion, an unreal mirage, it's fake, as the pain returns to haunt me, each night as I lie awake.
Shedding hot tears, pining for you, sitting on the cold floor, waiting for you to walk in, with my eyes gazing at the door.
Sitting here I can't help but wonder, do you ever think of me? Don't you feel the love I have, or do you just pretend not to see? ~Rachit~
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