It's funny, isn't it, how you're always on my mind now. You never asked to be remembered when we parted. But it's you, it's still you, will always be you, and I'm the sad freak who still doesn't get it: it's over, you're gone, finito.
Times like these I ask myself if I really understand anything or am I just being stubborn or afraid to be alone.
~heartbreak
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