It crossed my mind.



I have this weird theory in my head that the only times I dwell on people is if a sliver of me enters their thought. I think in some ways, it may just be a way to cope, but you don't know for sure, right? It's a bit nice to think that I cross people's minds sometimes. Especially ones I admire. 

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