... to all the times you called me dependant and juvenille
... to all the times you thought to yourself, your the only one who can 'handle' me.
...to all those times you convinced yourself i needed to be 'handled'
...to all those times, I knew just what you were thinkin, but knew this day will come.
I still care about you. Isnt that strange?
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