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Friends:
Do you know?
written on Sunday, February 1, 2015 @ 3:27 AM ✈

Do you know how it feels like having to feel that you're not important anymore?

Like yeah, you can make me feel so damn happy when we meet. But aft that, why do i have to keep fighting for your attention. 

It's not the first time i waited for you to come home. I know you told me not to wait up for you. At least if i dont, let me know when you're back home. So i wont worry anymore. But every single damn time, when i told you to tell me that you're safe, you dont even bother. What? I dont matter anymore now? Even if im not your girlf, i still care ok.

I see, maybe i cared too much. 

So goodbye.

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