Sometimes, I look at your smile. I can’t help but to think about all those things you’ve done.
Sometimes, when I see your name. I feel a pang of pain coursing through me.
Sometimes, I wonder what really happened. Was I just a friend due to convenience?
Sometimes, I don’t know why I believe you. It’s like knowing there’s a hole but I still walk into it.
Sometimes, I don’t get why other things/people are more important even thought they’re hurt you.
Sometimes, I don’t know why I still care…
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