If you saw me withdrawing, why did you just walk away?
If I am not to blame, why are things not different?
Why do I think about you every time I write?
How come "friends" hurt more than they help?
Where did the conversations go?
Why does everything seem fake?
Why can't I let you go?
Can you see me?
Why is it that every time I write I sound so depressed? Don't worry; I'll put my smile on before I see everyone tomorrow.
I'm really not so depressed. Writing just gives me the capability to be vulnerable in ways that others will not be willing. I'm an open book if you take the time to read. If.
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