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I wish on March 19th,
I kissed you after school.
Instead I said some scary words,
And I have nightmares very cruel.

I dream that you kissed me,
Just like you used to do.
You whisper that you love me,
And I say I love you too.

What happened to those good times?
When you were sugar- sweet?
And you knew that no matter what,
There wasn't anyone you couldn't beat.

I know I did this to myself,
And that's what mostly kills me.
I miss when you would hold my hand,
I miss the way we used to be.