I Can Not Count How Many Times I Have Lost Friends Here

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    It Must Be Me.

    What else could it be ?   I see  stuff, I know how people are.  You come, you go. I push away, I pull near.  I cry  when  realize I was never dear to you.
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    1 Response Apr 19, 2009
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