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Mar 2018
I look back  at all these old friendships old relationships.
I used to think they were perfect that they  were real.
Never were they real
I don't  think ever experienced  a real friend a real  love.
Why must I continue to trick myself to think that all of it is real.
But I guess do i even  know what"real" is?
Written by
Sie  22/F/Colorado
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