You,

Sometimes I think of you.

Sometimes I just miss ”us”.

Sometimes I feel sad.

Sometimes I still care.

Sometimes I feel like expressing and not repressing.

Sometimes I wonder how is it like to see you 10 years later.

Sometimes I wonder if ”we” can love again.

Sometimes I feel that I don’t rly hate you.

Sometimes I miss you.

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