I saw you walk with the others. Your crew, it never was any part of mine. I was scared, I have been, I'm sorry for my coward self. I'm proud of what? My art, my family, my relationship with my lover. These are all good things that consume us. Our time, space, and money. I wonder if I will ever talk with you again? Do you dislike me? It's not worth answering or is it? I'm sure I could figure why as much as I cared to. It was not about me though, yet I was the center piece, how does this work again? I don't call you and you don't call me.
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