Sunday, January 30, 2011




It still levels me out.
After so many years.
After so many attempts,
After so many tears.

How you never,
Appeared to care.
After all of the times,
I was there.

I suppose that makes me foolish,
Maybe makes me dumb.
I suppose after all this time,
That's what makes me numb.

I mean what's the point,
In answering that call.
After you realize,
That they just don't care,
After all.

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