i really can be a piece of shit sometimes
Old friend: sit with me.
Let's talk about the things that keep us from sleep.
And you'll say that you have no direction.
And i'd laugh, but i'd silently agree.
And I'd find a way to move your words around me to give me some use.
Dear Friends: I'm sorry.
I've gotten so bad at replying.
But it's hard to start conversation, when we both know I'm not as kind as I used to be.
And i'm trying to work on it.
To stop being so selfish.
I'm trying to work on it.
Because I forgot how to miss you.
i miss you, i miss you
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