Time is meant to pass by.
People are meant to forget.
We are meant to grow.
It's life.
One month ago, everything was perfect. That was one month ago. People change, and promises are broken, but I'm still the same? I guess I wasn't who you thought I was, or who you wanted me to be. I tried so hard to satisfy you without giving my life up to you. You told me that I didn't try hard enough, you shot me down every time, you never let me explain, then again I never tried. Now, after I had excommunicated you from life, you come back in all of a sudden with that terribly amazing smile of yours just expecting everything to be the same. When I deny you, you threaten your life in order to guilt me into something. You play at my weaknesses, because you know them all too well. I have nothing to say to you. If you're willing to take your life because I won't talk to you, I have nothing to say to you, or nothing that you're willing to hear. Kid, you're sixteen years old. They are so many people in this world for people to meet. Don't dwell on someone you might never come around. You taught me that.
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