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I was but an after thought

Something flitting in the back of your mind

Chained down to an unknown something

Longing to be free

You would deny it,

Telling me you thought of me,

Almost constantly 

Yet, deep in my own mind

I knew the truth

You couldn't tell me then

But you had found someone else

And, so, it goes to prove

I was nothing but an after thought