You were my favorite.
My favorite "Good Morning" text.
My favorite on-the-go friend.
My favorite midnight thoughts.
Yes, you were.
I always think how my favorite "person", became my nightmare.
You are now a stranger in this vast world.
You are my "who are you?", in my contact book.
You are a dream I never wanted to see.
But still.
I still think of you.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
You were my favorite.
My favorite "Good Morning" text.
My favorite on-the-go friend.
My favorite midnight thoughts.
Yes, you were.
I always think how my favorite "person", became my nightmare.
You are now a stranger in this vast world.
You are my "who are you?", in my contact book.
You are a dream I never wanted to see.
But still.
I still think of you.
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