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You've probably washed out every memory of us, of me. It's as if I love a stranger. But that's how it is now. I'm only but a stranger to you.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
Stranger
You've probably washed out every memory of us, of me. It's as if I love a stranger. But that's how it is now. I'm only but a stranger to you.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 4:39 PM UTC
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