i miss being the one that people will come to. to tell me stuff and know that i won't tell a soul.
but that time seems to have floated away. i don't know any dirty little secrets anymore. i don't know who's been breaking your heart this week, or who's going to mend it the next. i don't know what you feel about life, what you do and don't like. i miss being the one involved with your life. now it's just like i'm one of the many pieces on your chess board, the one who you sacrifice to save yourself. bummer.
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