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sometimes....I miss the us. Us before Morehouse, us before we got so stubborn, us before we stopped caring. How did it get to that point? How could we get to that point, with all that we shared but now it seems wasted. Like my secrets I told seem like they were all vain and as if my emotions that I once had don't even matter at this point. Because once it ended everything dissipated, vanished like our past were only in our dreams. Not saying we should try again because frankly if there was that option I wouldn't. But I'm just saying sometimes I wonder how what we thought was so strong and stable was so easily broken and never assembled again...