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Sep 2021
I woke up wondering what happened to us.
Sitting by the phone waiting for it to ring,
Hours pass, and no text messages are sent.
I remember when we stayed up all night chatting until the sun came up.
Picturing what our futures hold,
Now all I see is empty memories of what could have been.
Written by
Blake  24/FTM
(24/FTM)   
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   Imran Islam
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