Tuesday, January 17, 2012

One Hundred and Seventy Two

I wasn't always like this.

and I know that's such a general statement, and not very specific, and unclear in its optimism, realism, security and reliability. I know that. I know this. I know me.
I haven't always been like this.

I think I liked it better, sometimes.
Sometimes, not all the time, but sometimes, I think I liked it better
I liked you better.
I liked me around you better.
I liked us better
cos we meant less.

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