I've neglected you, yes, but that doesn't mean that I don't care for you.
I've been falling in and out of people and places, of loves and worries, and here I am again. Unchanged I'm sure. I guess it's safest to stay on your end and burn the bridge which leads to and from. I guess I can't blame you. I only wished it would have ended differently.
At least we'll always have dirt.
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Children always have been the biggest of liars.
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