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anne-girl I'm massively unsure, but I think I love you, a little bit. Not in a heart-wrenching, sobbing, love-of-my-life kinda way, it's just an obviously_i_love_you thing - I'm happier when you're around than when you're not, and I'd prefer not to imagine life without you a phone call or a 20-minute bike ride away. I know you don't love me, not like that, and that's alright, as long as we're still friends. You're a cool person, despite being antisocial and caustic and all that.

I know that you're not happy all the time, maybe not even most of the time, and that we're different people, and that we don't have too much in common nowadays. I remember how we used to talk endlessly about death, depression, darkness... laughing about suicide in the middle of the night. I remember you'd cheer me up when I was sad. I miss talking to you. Sometimes i wish I hadn't quit talking to you... it's just that back then, in January, I was thinking that I really needed to get over you. So I stopped talking to you and sitting by you, and got over you. We used to be closer, I guess, I kind of miss that. But maybe it's better this way. I think I could have hurt myself over you, and I couldn't let that happen...

Anyway
I just wanted you to know that I love you, for now
-- your friend
050616
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anne-girl all this is still true
i love you still
you don't have to know it

as long as we can laugh at death together, i'll be happy
050727
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unhinged john_and_i 050728
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anne-girl .
and yet
050920
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anne-girl Slip sliding away, slip sliding away...

I feel like I'm never going to see you again

and like neither of us cares, except maybe me, and maybe you
060614
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anne-girl except maybe me

and maybe you
091221
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silentbob Like you could answer all those questions I always think of.
You are a rare one.
I would be lucky.
091221
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nandita Why worry when the world is not yours for the taking?

Why worry when the world is yours for the taking?

Why worry when you're loved anyway?
091221
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