So I have this confession to make.
I think about you every night. I check on everything that has you inside. Your facebook account, your twitter account, and I even gaze at your online status at yahoo messenger, stupidly doing it for the sake of knowing that you are there. I restrain myself from simply saying hi, knowing that I am actually in this insane fear of plunging myself once again into the same never ending dilemma. I am curious about your whereabouts, your feelings, your thoughts, though they are not reflected anywhere.You are a ghost. Emotionless. Thoughtless. Faceless. Yet you are there. Floating. Silent. Dim. Period.
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