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[oopsiedaisee]

it doesnt matter
were forgiven
still, i could use a good cry
if i could let myself care enough to feel sadness
the anger would be less
im afraid to speak
i fear there will be no understanding
i dont want to be subjected to your judgements
im harsh enough on myself
but the distance its creating is really getting to me
my good times drive you mad
and vice versa
this is not the life of best friends or lovers or even curious strangers
there was a time when we were my favorite company
and we were a team
and i cant write anymore
cause someone might think im whining
or deeply eluded
or eternally unsatisfied
or completely justified
i just dont know what or which
i need to go away
to measure the distance in miles and not silences