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But the old me's dead and gone, dead and gone.

Monday, April 13, 2009, 1:28 AM
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I'm not holding onto You but You're holding onto me

Thursday, April 9, 2009, 7:58 PM
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If I could go back in time, I would change a few things. The way I treated you, the way I handled certain situations, the way I said things..

I know I can't change the past. I can't erase what has already happened. I just wished I knew how to fix things. To restore things back to the way they used to be.

Somehow I will work up the courage to apologise and to rekindle. I don't want to continue being the way I am right now. I've grown cold and exclusive, I've shut you out. You, whose great loyalty and companionship has been rejected and unappreciated.

This is not who I am.. it's not who I want to be.

I want to let you know that I'm still willing to listen. I'm still here for you. I genuinely miss you. I miss your presence, your bright smile, your funny albeit lame jokes.

When I summon up the courage to talk to you again, I hope that it'll work out. If it doesn't, I won't blame you. I've been a horrible excuse for a friend.

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