I dont think you like me. i really doubt you do because the
last thing you do is speak to me. I mean, a while ago
it was different. you knew i was around. I cant say you were
kind though,at least, not all the time. but then again,
every insult meant something else. you know that i can tell
you act like you dont know me.
or is that not the case with you? could it possibly be, that deep down
underneath, you really care about me?
Crazy right?
something i randomly came up with in history class before my teach caught me and made me put it away.
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Submitted: 2006-11-26, Updated: 2007-04-07,
Chapters: 21, Size: 13K,
Words: 4613, Comments: 3,
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