Like streams, doubts flow through me
Still holding on
To the thought that you might choose me!
Just trying to disremember that you might be gone...
Texting all day.
Am I a bother?
A pester?
Such feelings, only you can allay
When full of doubts
Gotta cling to the only hope that sprouts
That God, the father
Will eventually become the godfather
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