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Sunday, April 08, 2012
An old friend once told me, "I don't need a friend to listen to me because there are some things that I just don't want to say, but I need a friend who would just be there for me, even though I've nothing to say".
I guess I finally see her point. And with that, I see even more clearly, how miserably I've failed her as a friend.
There are things that cannot be undone, and this would just be another addition to my life's regrets.
Mumbled @ {1:38 PM}
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