It's killing me.
Sitting here; wondering if I've made you upset, is killing me.
I wish I knew what I said.
I wish I could hear the few words that my mouth uttered to make you feel the need for distance.
Perhaps, it was just one...One word.
I hate this broken silence.
Waiting for someone that isn't there...
Why do our minds lead us to do such unnatural things?
Why did you decide to conceal yourself?
Why...
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