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You know, sometimes I feel bad that you're not in my life anymore. But you know what? YOU were the one who let go. You were the one who swore at me and vowed never to be my friend again as long as he was in my life. And he's still there and you're not, so, guess what, your loss. Your loss. Not mine.
Sometimes I wish you were my friend again but you were the one who said you didn't want me to be yours.
I should stop this habit of talking at you once every five or six months. I don't need you in my life, because you don't need me in yours, and that should be the end of it, shouldn't it?
Sometimes I wish you were my friend again but you were the one who said you didn't want me to be yours.
I should stop this habit of talking at you once every five or six months. I don't need you in my life, because you don't need me in yours, and that should be the end of it, shouldn't it?