It's a gloomy sunday afternoon and I'm rotting to death without you.
It's a gloomy sunday afternooon
and I'm rotting to death without you
2:16 AM,
Mar 6, 2010

The air conditioners whirred to life as I walk towards you. You continued to do your work, as if you already expected me. You looked at me. I look at you. Initial conversation is always hard to get through. Somedays, i just stare into space. Somedays, you just ignore me.
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I forget him for you.
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Can you forget her?
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