You looked at me, I looked at you, but you didn't say anything, so I don't know if this fight is worth a thing if you don't show me that you want, really, to be my friend or brother. Whatever. I still care about you, but I'm waiting for the right words: "I'm sorry, I'm gonna show you how important you are to me."
Now I regret that I have forgiven you, because you're just running away from me.
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