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Oh Yeah, As If
written on Monday, March 14, 2011 @ 8:17 AM ✈

And here we go again. Trying to act like nothing ever happened the other day.
As if, we've never talked. As if, you've never felt the same way.
How come you've erased all those conversations we've had.
You know, I've felt it. I wish you could have known that. 

I just don't know what happened. I don't know if he got brainwashed or something. If he only knew what I felt inside then I could understand why he was acting that way. He passed by me like all the time and just standing right up there like nothing. Like we're not even friends. Grr. Loslos.





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