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Jul 2018
Ian
I once knew a boy
with bright red hair.
He was my best friend.
We spent hours together
talking, laughing, and
walking around town.
Until one day
he confessed
to being in love
with my sister.
We didn't hang out
after that,
I'm sad to say.
Now I wonder
why I grew so cold
to someone, I cared about
very much.
Aaron Michael Brown
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Aaron Michael Brown  24/M/Ga
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