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i sat at home today...

woken up by a text message...

and i thought about yesterday...

and last night...

and i thought i would be able to see you...

i was mistaken...

but thats okay...

i thought a lot about a lot of things yesterday...

i sat at castle frank station...

i listened to songs...

and let the tears flow from my eyes...

filled with such angry...

i was consumed by it...

i just sat...

let at least 3 trains pass me by...

if it wasnt so cold out i would have walked home...

thinking,thinking,thinking..

i can't stop...

i'm trying to find the words from my mouth to say to you...

i want to say everything will be fine...

but these words come to my mind...

"you guys just aren't meant to be"

so many times...

"i think she is just too young Caitlin"

i don't believe it...

i don't want to...

but its slowly slipping in to my mind...

it doesnt seem right...

not being able to talk to you...

when i can...

but i don't get such a good reply...

where i can't...

say anything...

tears...

fill my eyes..

as they slowly fall down my face..

and stain my cheek...

hoping...

that this will just pass by...

but i know it wont...

i can't run my fingers over the words...

it doesn't feel right...

because it feels as if those words don't exist...

as if it never existed...

so i sit...

and think...

hoping that it will get better..

as i try and sit back and wait for your reply...