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why is so hard to abandon young dreams? why do we carefully avoid these awkward moments in our lives when things aren't so great because we're waiting, hoping that our sad little ideas that we wanted to materialize still have a chance? what right do we have? i don't know why i bring you up, don't know why i wonder if you still care, which in all honesty, you probably don't. then again, i'm a hard one to forget, and maybe, just maybe, if i try not to think of what you're doing or how you're feeling, by proxy you'll give me a call, post something on craigslist, do something that tells me that you hate that you miss me. i've stopped calling, could care less, i'm just waiting for something new...but why does it feel like that new feels not as good? isn't it supposed to be the other way around, the new chemical smell of plastic, shining and ripped from out of the package? and why do i keep telling myself that i don't care? it doesn't make me feel better, i can't bear to think of anyone else in your light, and you know what? i put you on a pedestal, i made you better than what you are, what you were....i hate voids.