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Jan 22
I am very well aware,
Of what you think about me,
And how you feel.
I enjoy it,
I take pride in it.
It gives me happiness,
Along with a feeling of self-consciousness.
I felt it earlier too,
The difference this time is
That I've grown up.
We both have grown up.

I indulge in deep thoughts,
It compels me to think about you.
Even if I don't want to.
It does give me pleasure,
It might to you too,
When you see me.
The ecstasy; coupled with anxiety.
That too doubled,
If after a long time.

I might be lingering on your mind,
You might be obsessed with me,
But I do not know what to say,
Or how to feel,
Perhaps because it is new to me.
Like it is to you,
I believe.
05 August 2015.
Found this one between some old drafts.
Written by
Roopali Arora  19/F/India
(19/F/India)   
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