You've stopped caring, stopped looking for me in the hallways. Just stopped.
I am nothing to you now but the past, and thats all I should be. That doesn't change the fact that its killing me. Everytime I see you I want to throw everything I've done to move on away. Throw it away and run into your arms. Your the one I want. Your the one I love. I hate this so much.
Peace&Love
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