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Sunday, August 09, 2009 @ 8:07 PM

I realise that in the process of growing up, our perspectives change, our priorities realigned - what we used to treasure in the past might seem otherwise insignificant now. Like a snake, it sheds it's skin so that it can grow, at the same time removing itself of parasites. Similarly, we outgrow our childish ways, we bury the hurt in the abyss of our hearts and minds, we move on. Friends come and go, but surely there are the few that you hold on to, no matter what life hurls at you? I feel bad for not taking enough time out to meet up with you, to ask how you were doing. To the point where I question if our friendship mean that much to us. Seeing you everyweek has become sucha routine, a familiar face that subconsciously, I have taken for granted. I forgot that in between, lies a cruel world out there, a reality. I forgot that you have your problems to deal with, your own battles to fight, someone more important. Tell me, do you still want me to care? I dont know why but i'm tearing as im writing this, I guess you mean too much to me.

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