I look back at all these old friendships old relationships.
I used to think they were perfect that they were real.
Never were they real
I don't think ever experienced a real friend a real love.
Why must I continue to trick myself to think that all of it is real.
But I guess do i even know what"real" is?
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 12:18 PM UTC
I look back at all these old friendships old relationships.
I used to think they were perfect that they were real.
Never were they real
I don't think ever experienced a real friend a real love.
Why must I continue to trick myself to think that all of it is real.
But I guess do i even know what"real" is?
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