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[lasaur]

still i remember the way i used to move you...

Why don't you tell me?
How can I do this better?
Are you out there?
Do you hear me?
Can I call you?
Do you still hate me?
Are we talking?
Are we fighting?
Is it over?
Are we writing?
We're getting older.
But we're acting younger.
We should be smarter.
It seems we're getting dumber...

And I miss you.

i feel much more compelled to face my problems without actually facing them via livejournal.