As I sit under this tree,
hiding me from the sun
I wonder what if.
What if I had acted
differently towards you.
What if I choose to
go to sleep under here.
Would it be okay?
What if things don’t work
out for the better?
As I sit under this tree,
hiding me from the sun
I wonder what if…
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