He loves me.... He loves me not.... He loves me... He loves me not.... He loves me!
Oh I think that was two petals...
Uuuuuuugh!
Do I even love him?
Is this a crush or deeper?
How is a daisy supposed to tell me that?
Or predict his mind for that matter....
My heart and brain are so separate from me.
They make choices on their own,
And then make me fight about them internally. And so these poor flowers end up petal-less.
This daisy is supposed to make up my mind for me, but then my heart is left out.
I don't think I want to play this game anymore.
I think, just one more daisy....
He loves me... He loves me not...
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