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-Sometimes I like to pretend that I remember who you really are.
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But honestly, I just worry about you.
It's probably better just to ask you, though.
Are you okay?
You act happy. You seem happy.
But you're broken, aren't you?
Let's face it, you've lost yourself completely.
So the real question is; what can I do to help you?
What can I do to keep you on your feet?
Because inevitably, you've fallen so many times.
But don't lie, you were happy at one point.
Remember all those long walks we used to have, just talking?
Remember that smile I used to put on your face?
Remember the one you put on mine?
But now, you're just different. And honestly, I hate it.
Now you're just an image of yourself.
You've pushed everyone out of your life...including me.
So the truth is, nobody can help you anymore.
Nobody, but yourself.
You know, it's better off.
Becaused I loved you then. And I gained a few wonderful things from you.
I gained the ability to write this. About how happy we once were.
I gained the ab