... some things never change.
... I can't seem to let go.
... I still feel as mature as I did when I was twelve years old.
... your face is still in my dreams.
... deep betrayal sinks.
... how easily I can hate her, even though you are to blame.
... music brings old emotions to the surface.
... I try so hard to hold onto memories that cause nothing but pain.
... I miss you, but don't wish to change anything.
... I don't miss you.
... I still look for you.
... it is just like it was before, only much deeper.
"If I told you this was killing me, would you stop?" - The Juliana Theory
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