Its strange how you left, remains as a faded memory and the person you leave for specific reasons keep talking to you without even talking..
The hard part is remembrance.
The weird part is I was nothing but yet was something to him,lately.
Time,
A bitch.
Im always late and this time too..
But this being late saved me. Probably it's better to remain far away and miss than get close and get ruined.
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