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Oct 2021
Does your family still talk about me?
Are your walls the color you talked about with me so long ago?
I guess friends do come and go
And with the irregularities in thought process that have come to light I suppose it’s no surprise you sought out people with better expressed feelings, sympathy.
You could say I left myself in the dirt
Chasing the only friend whose feelings seemed real to me
Don’t think about my words too much, friend
Please don’t think about them at all
I’ll use this as a shovel to bury the old and start anew
Squid
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Squid  16/F
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