My Dahlia

The Bridge To Sunset

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i made a statement. you didn't acknowledge it. you brought up the subject again and i repeated myself. you heard me but didn't deny it. you then tried to turn the tables on me. now i know, i am right. you disappoint me. i wish i could tell you that. but then i remember you don't care. and that is why i hurt.

to remember...

you never asked me how I was. i listened to your whole story with empathy and you never even inquired about me. it makes me wonder if you even care.