Tuesday, 10 June 2014

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Nothing I can do about it. That was the situation all along.

That's the situation, even if you were to turn to me for a word.

You won't let me find closure. It seems you want me to think all people are the same...

I won't say what I think about that option of letting things fester and rot away.

I have cut some contacts, but I'll reopen the second you do, so we can talk. I cannot go on like this.

And I won't subject you to unwanted advances. I was raised better than that.

60 minutes left.

I don't think you'll contact, but I never loose the hope we'll talk again.

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