…and sometimes, mixed up in the memories, theres a feeling of being a bad person, letting things lapse that shouldn’t be let lapse, walking away when thats the safe option.
I bought a card to write to someone I care about, but then I realised I didn’t have a pen. Even if I did, I don’t know where she lives now. And I don’t know what I’d say anyway.
I hate being this useless.
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