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What I Was Thinking

When I thought myself anxious,
and clung to you like I did as an infant,
I was thinking about how it once was,
I was thinking about better days.

When I came home wasted,
and screamed when you asked why,
I was thinking about how Thanksgiving wouldn't ever be the same.
I was thinking about better days.

All those times I cried "without reason",
I was thinking about the pink sweater you gave me for Christmas when I was eight,
I was thinking about you.





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