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Feb 2015
I want to be your friend and be able to call you and go see you. To hang out with you. You're not who you are now to me.. I still see you as my best friend the one that new maybe too much about me....
Hey do you remember the time Steven walked right in your room. And if you can't remember think harder. Our faces turned so Red.. but we were happy.
Every memory I have of you is good. The only down fall with us was the end. But the end was the end and it brought new beginnings. Beginnings that truly want to be your friend.
It's not okay though.
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