Obsessed
Every day, night, moment, this boy is on my mind
But tomorrow is the last day that I'll ever see him
He's going off to the real world, leaving me behind
And I don't know if I can go on, or even breathe
Should I tell him the truth? Or should I live my live
Regretting what I choose tomorrow, forever?
I love him like it's my job, but I need to move on
I can't, though, I'm obsessed, sir, obsessed, sir...
poem by D.M.L. Catseye
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