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Jun 2018
hours turn into days
and days turn into weeks -
of not talking.

i'll call you later
eventually turn into "call you when I'm free"
except that, free meant never.

the key to long distance is communication, they say
but how can we communicate when we don't even talk every day?

i refuse to give up on us
i refuse to believe we are done
but to you it seems I have become someone
less of a person and more of a fuss.
I'm trying to figure how I'm feeling about my relationship. Long distance is not easy and I  thought we could work it out. But I'm afraid it is hurting us both more than anything.
Samridhi
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Samridhi  25/F/Nepal
(25/F/Nepal)   
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   Fawn, FredErick le Roux and julie
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