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Dec 2011
I still remember those times when I would wait outside your house waiting for you to sneak out. Walks in the park. Standing in the rain together sharing a cigarette as we held each other for warmth. Listening to the sweet nothings that you would whisper into my ear with the ever so faint smell of tobacco rolled off your tongue. Watching scary movies together in my bed you holding me close as we both jumped from the terror of a frightening scene. These were the things we used to do before you became the stranger that you have become. Missed calls, unanswered texts, and an empty bed is all I know of you now. You are such a stranger to me now. I don't know if we could ever be what we used to be but come around don't be such stranger.
Any feed back is greatly appreciated. Thank you!
Francisco Lopez
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Francisco Lopez
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