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My fault.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Those few words you said to me, they hurt. A lot. I'd never be able to forget them. And even though it seems like its been a long time ago, the hurt never subdued. With every passing moment from then, it just seem to grow slowly. It puzzles me that you talk like normal and act as if you never said such stuff. I've been trying the same too, but its not so easy. For me. After saying all, I still never gave up on what I started. But it feels like all those nice words I spoke, all that concern I felt, all that care, to you, to others, is being spat back right at me. Being spat back at, well that's what I get for being me. Thanks everyone. After all this I never stopped being who I am, that's why I'm a joke. I tried, because I didn't want to stand there doing nothing. Well I should be blaming myself for all this. I should have never noticed in the first place. The joke. 
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