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┌─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───┐

"You don't like me, anymore. Do you?"
I asked, hugging my knees real tight.

You visited me at my house
saying that you missed me.

You grew silent at my question.

Once again, you brought some beer.

How I wish I could have some.
How I wish I never asked you.

You indirectly gave me an answer right there.

└─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───┘

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