I never thought you'd see me,
Lying here this way,
I thought you didn't want me,
That you'd left and gone away.
But now you're back again,
You found me in a mess,
You asked me what made me like this,
I said "It's only stress."
You frowned and crouched beside me,
And said "But is that true?"
I cried and hid my face,
"No, the reason's you."
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