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5.1.11
 Why is that you only start to regret when I'm gone?
Isn't that a bit to long to realise?
When was the last time we did something I like or something I wanted to do without me having to say and initiate?
When was the last time you stopped complaining and scolding?
When was the last time you said or did anything nice for me?


Guess all this while I've managed to learned how to be half alive .