August 13, 2005
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I don’t know why i get so mad sometimes, or rather, why i get so mad at you so often. Maybe I just want some attention here and there, to know that you’re there too. Unlike times likes this where I feel like we live two different lives that don’t even collide in any single way. And the distance just becames infinitely larger, infinitely deeper. It’s so hard to swim.
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