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    untitled 9-28-10

     i can't remember

    what it's like to have someone care

    whether i'm happy

    or if i'm sad

    or upset

    and why does it matter if someone else cares?

    does it change anything?

    if someone cares about me, then i have to reciprocate, right? Why?

    if i care about someone, it doesn't mean they have to care back. Now the disclaimer. if it's a romantic/intimate relationship (of course you say, you expect the mutuality, right?) this is my whole point.

    what is so special about sharing
    life
    evenings after dinner
    watching tv or a movie
    coffee in the morning?

    i can't remember!

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