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An introduction to what I’m saying now..?
`I’ve missed you` , it’s probably the closest to my feelings and then ..,there’s this picture (from which you , very convenient , cut out somebody ‘ s face ) lost in a folder on my desktop – recycle bin? Today drinking coffee , I wasn’t looking for anyone or you .Not now. Weird world , ha? You there. Among the others , standing out – same words, same message ;”emotionally unavailable” , same smile, same crap! – such a cliché! Me there , wearing my shame with charm , playing the game by your rules … not knowing the rules. Thought I had the key to your house , somehow I locked myself out. A bitter taste called confusion , when I normally take 4 sugar with my coffee. Remembering you … …………a promise to my heart , I’ll play God one day …..and watching you won’t be as painful as still is …..
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