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I wonder if you think I’m dying for you, worrying for you, suffering for you. In your fantasies, how do I appear? Red eyes, tear-stained cheeks? I must look terribly bland in your daydream. But the truth is— I’m fine. Thanks.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM UTC
I’m Fine, Thanks
I wonder if you think I’m dying for you, worrying for you, suffering for you. In your fantasies, how do I appear? Red eyes, tear-stained cheeks? I must look terribly bland in your daydream. But the truth is— I’m fine. Thanks.
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Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 7:39 PM UTC
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