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Sep 2015
When we were kids we played with imagination,
we would be doctors and laugh at damnation,
we even dreamed of being the president of a nation.
Times changed as winters got colder,
eventually we grow older.

Socializing as if your life depended on customer service,
You pushed me away hard and I got nervous,
once so close but now I can't recognize you...
How do you sleep at night being so fake?
You're now my two-faced idol and nothing but a snake.

Can we pretend none of this ever happened?
Ahhhhhhh, your dreams are reality,
I'm left with my morality,
never changing me...
You've got amnesia now that you used me.
Back stabbed by a "friend(s)" and it hurts always.  I was always their best friend until it came to field trips or class assemblies etc. then no one even knew I existed.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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