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Apr 2017
That photo of us,
it doesn't make me smile
like it used to.

That video of us,
it doesn't make me laugh
like it used to.

we, ourselves,
we don't talk anymore

**like we used to.
we're not who we used to be anymore.
Marietta Ginete
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