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may 18th, 2002 / 1:17 p.m.
I can't see how the way that you leave me alone makes us close I must be out of touch I won't ask you to give up on the things that seem to keep you gone But I can be gone too
Feel a little sorry sometimes You're not here when I am writing Feels a little awkward sometimes You won't talk but we're not fighting You hold on to your secrets and I'm not privy to what is on your mind