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I keep getting this thing. “You don’t know me, you don’t know me”. Well no **** Sherlock. How can I know you when you thwarted my every attempt at trying to do so? You led me down false roads that led to fake doors and it was all in the name of…what exactly?
I know some of you. I think more than anything, you hate when I’m right. And you would never admit it or tell me otherwise. I’d actually love to hear you tell me when I’m wrong. With evidence to back it up.
Anyways, what’s it matter really?? This train has departed on its road to nowhere and we both hopped off and headed in different directions a very long time ago. I miss you sometimes but that doesn’t mean anything anymore. I felt how I felt. I can’t speak for you. It just is what it is.
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