It’s 1:52 and I’m thinking of you.

It’s the idea that maybe you were wrong.

How do you know?

It’s the what ifs and maybes.

Would it be different…?

It’s the constant battle between fate and deciding.

What’s meant to be will be…right?

It’s the love that used to be there.

Or was it ever really here?

It’s the lack there of.

Why is it gone?

It’s the worry of never knowing.

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