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Jul 2021
What did we talk about,
before,
before you forget me I need to know,
know,
know you want him though it's none of my,
concern,
concerned bout how you're doing,
though,
I know you're more than ok and that,
hurts,
hurt by the things that I told myself about,
you,
you're the same girl I've always known but we're,
distant,
distant in the sense that I'm running out of topics to start a conversation with,
you,
you and I used to flow,
where has our river gone?
Sometimes you think you've moved on.
Sins of a dreamer
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Sins of a dreamer  17/M/Virginia
(17/M/Virginia)   
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   Nylee
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