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Jul 2019
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The last time we spoke
was a hundred and seventy-four days ago
but I thought of you again today.
I remembered
how we were both lonely souls
with aching hearts,
and maybe that was why
we fell apart.
I don't know God's plan,
but I do know this -
I miss someone
who I no longer have the right
to call
my best friend.
and i don't know what we are anymore
Written by
unnamed stargazer  she/her
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