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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