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We used to talk for hours,

Through messages on our phones,

About anything and everything,

Even moans and groans.

 

We use to chat alot,

Catching gossip and thoughts,

About how hot or cold it was,

And I'm always wearing shorts.

 

I used to wake to a message,

"Good morning

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Written by
kyle-chewie-insch
34 / M / English
Published
Nov 9, 2019
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10·49
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Was written about a friend who we spoke pretty much everyday for months, about everything and anything. We used to check our phones constantly to see if they had replied or messaged me. But now its like a one way conversation. And its sad. Like we're falling away from each other. Like I've been replaced. Or I'm just over thinking. Probably the latter.

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