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Oct 2017
It's 2:22 in the morning.
I am sitting here thinking.
I am thinking of you.
Our mushy little texts we would send.
Our kisses we'd share on my front porch.
I am sitting here remembering everything we had been through.
That night our family argued.
I thought I'd never see you again.
That day I snuck you into my house.
That was our last day.
I cherish it, I cherish you.
I will never forget the memories.
I will never forget you.
Written by
Janie Hobby
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