I want to be inspired. I want to prove my worth. I want him to freakin talk to me! This bothers me. Is it baseball? I hope so. Ok, it doesn't really bother me, that would be pathetic. But I do wonder. And sometimes I'm sad because I reminisce. I remember when we used to talk about them. And he used to ask me things.... Man. Oh man
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