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Friday, December 4, 2009

The First of Flurries

If you wanted more love, why didn't you say so?
Why didn't you just ask me for it?

Looking through all of these quotes I've saved, I realize none of them reflect how I feel now. Seeing all that I've misunderstood and glorified foolishly is at it's most basic, shameful.

I've always struggled between cold and luke warm, which makes me wonder if I'm even capable of all this interaction anymore. It's like the critical period of language has past me by, and I've stumbled past the point of no return with only a few phrases to get by.

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