Well then talk to me, damnit!
It's not like I've been avoiding you or something.
It's not like I haven't sat there with the bottle.
It's not like I finally decided that maybe someone might actually miss me.
It's not like I didn't care.
It's not like I don't have problems.
I've sat behind you in class, haven't I?
It's not like I hated you or something.
I don't even hate what you've become.
I hate what I've become, sure, but not you.
Can't we just get over ourselves?
I didn't think it would make a difference.
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Shrouded in black, the mysterious bird creeps to the edge of the sky. It peeps down at the world beneath its feet, shivering a little. A flutter of wings reveals a glowing orange light as it plummets to the ground below, announcing the arrival of dawn. I sit by and drink a cup of black coffee.
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