i don't know.

i don't know what happened to us, now we don't exist. there's you, there's me and there's the stars we both look at, but there is not an us anymore. not that us ever really existed, but i must admit, it was lovely to hold on the tip of my tounge and so pleasent i just pretended it did. you couldn't commit to anyone who had uncontrollable bouts of unstability and i couldn't be in love with someone if i didn't know the meaning. i was just doing what i was told. p.s i'm sorry i rambled, i know that used to annoy you sometimes. p.p.s, bastard.


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