it's like a despearate call.
maybe you don't know what to say.
so it's killing me.
Maybe you are busy hunting for a flat.
So it's killing me.
Maybe all this happened for something to happen
i'm not feeling too good.
it's so shitty. all these made me stronger.
bad encouragement.
bad support.
killed him and i.
blah... you know, I'm still waiting.
Still waiting for you to call.
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