Sunday, September 19, 2010

what about myself

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I found our secret; the things we talked about. I was my child self in front of you, and you were always like a caring mother. At times when you are hurt, you told me everything yet you know there's not much I can do to help.

You told me that I was a tentative listener, and that's better than lending a shoulder to cry onto. I don't know how to describe my feelings right now, but I'm truly hurt.

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