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Mar 2023
One lives on a phone
One lives a thousand miles away
One forgot I exist
One refuses to answer
One stopped reaching out
One left me when I needed someone
and one didn't want to understand

so many people
so many people I called "friend"
if only
just maybe
I could give that title to one

and they hold it close
like me
Writing of the Unknown
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