i found my sketchbook.
where i wrote shit in.
ur in it, u made it.

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Dec.1st. 2008.

there were lots of things we never said.
what i cant understand..
is was it for a reason. whats the meaning
behind it, idolized u & hoped
for you for what seems an eternity.

now ive lost u, but i never had you.
so it makes the situation complicated.
the only individual i could never
figure out.

u dissect it, play everything
over & over again in ur head.
the words, the movements.
everything that was exchanged
for those few years.

our friendship, was it friendship
drowned in my pride of never
sharing my feelings. & now blaming
myself in beliefs that its too late.

what was gained from this experience?
do u still think of things i think of?
& in the end you were right...
two wrongs dont make a right.


its done, i gave up. u gave up.
exhausted with nothing else to offer.
have a good life.

my day late friend.