Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Unwritten

You're my audrina. At least, you were We were so close. We hung out every day. We were the same. I talked to you about your justin bobby. We went on our runs together. Now it's "i'm so busy" and "I hardly get out anymore". How do you manage to make time for him? The one you replaced me with? We don't even talk anymore. The last time you called me was for a business reason. The two times before that we the same. I'm fine by the way. Not that you even asked. I've got Roscoe. What did I do wrong? -davey.

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