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you called me two weeks ago. it was two in the morning i was asleep but i woke up with the vibration you were calling hadnt heard from you in a long time i didnt pick up the phone or send a text and a few days later i heard the news i couldnt show at it it was my fault maybe if i hadnt pretended my phone was taken away for ten months or if i had picked up the phone that night what if i had been the perfect friend and let you talk out all your grievances and problems maybe in another life but i still see you in the woods at night hanging from a branch your eyes are whiter than usual and you dont seem well youre wishing me back
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
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you called me two weeks ago. it was two in the morning i was asleep but i woke up with the vibration you were calling hadnt heard from you in a long time i didnt pick up the phone or send a text and a few days later i heard the news i couldnt show at it it was my fault maybe if i hadnt pretended my phone was taken away for ten months or if i had picked up the phone that night what if i had been the perfect friend and let you talk out all your grievances and problems maybe in another life but i still see you in the woods at night hanging from a branch your eyes are whiter than usual and you dont seem well youre wishing me back
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May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:48 PM UTC
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