You're not the one I talk to the most anymore.
Now all tts left is bittersweet nostalgia..
The way u talk to me now feels distant
save for the relentless insistence tt u're always there
u haven't realised there's an ocean raging between us, have you?

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Dear Y
how u been? Hope u got me letter to yous.
when u comin back...?
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I know well my character now,
the kinda person I need...
But tt person never will exist because I'm the difficult one. ):
someone close once told me no one would be able to suit me or stay on with me.
If not for his charity, i'd have no one. I didn't believe it before. But now it feels so true.
And now I admit I'm that complicated. And in that difficult. And no one has to suit me at all.. I'm fine secluding myself. Afterall, it's a major change I'm undergoing and no one is stopping me, and no one can. I'm just waiting for the day my life is confiscated.
As I typed this post, there's dejavu feelin.
This must have happened in one-a my dreams..
No. I rmb it felt like a nightmare.