today I thought of things, people, places to be,
my fantasies, reality, and the things I did see.
I thought of the thoughts that others might think, and,
as silly as it seems, their thoughts about me.
Do I visit their thoughts only seldom or more?
Am I pleasant or not in those thinkings galore,
when I'm thinking of them do they think of me too?
And am I the only one who thinks these things through...
Do I matter to them as much as they do to me,
but I may never know so I'll let it just be.
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