the call

When I didnt greet you in the morning,
I thought you would call.
When i didnt return your greeting,
I thought you would call.
When i slept without eating,
I thought you would call.
When i was crying while sleeping,
I thought you would call.
When i was reading the mails you wrote me,
I thought you would call.
When i was feeling alone among the crowd,
I thought you would call.

When i wished i wanted to live no more,
I wished you would call.

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