Stupid

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One day, I looked at you.

Stupid, I know.

Thank goodness you looked back.

Every day I think of this moment,

Only to snap awake and remember that the

Past is the past, and can never be changed.

Over and over it replays in my mind.

Rarely do I ever catch a break from the

Ongoing torment that is your gaze upon my

Stupid, broken face.

I realize now how

Stupid I really was.

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