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I remember lying on your bed, staring at the celling, your body turned away from me when I said " why don't we talk anymore?"

You were silent for so long I almost fell asleep waiting for an answer.

Eventually, I heard you whisper, "because you're always asking questions like that with answers you already know."

~Lisa

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