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Mar 2016
Strangers.
we've become
Strangers
and without you
I've realized
how strange it is

to go from

Everything
to
Nothing
to
Best friends
and back to
Nothing.

And yet
I still love you;
though now we're
Strangers...

*isn't it strange,
how strange it is?
Amanda
Written by
Amanda  Pittsburgh
(Pittsburgh)   
637
   Dreamer, Glass, Amy Kereky and aar505n
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