Yeah. It is not the same. Things changed. I changed. You changed.
I left you there. I should've been there. I left you. Hanging.
We were going somewhere, but I left you.
I don't know if it was worth it but I guess it is.
I want to know you better. I don't know how to do that though.
History is a snake. It changes perspective.
I wanna come back. But you won't let me.
You let go. And now, I am left. Just like how I left you. Hanging.
I might have burned the bridge but I am making one again.
And I know that it is hard, but please help me.
Don't break the bridge I am making.
Don't ignore me. Because I want us to be friends.
The way that we used to be.
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