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Oct 2013
He saw the light turn off,
what he once knew wasn't there anymore,
and it's funny how a memory,
or a ghost keeps hunting you down.

And there are times you don't want to talk,
not because you haven't moved on,
but because you remember who you were,
and you're not proud,
and you're not her anymore.
Also found on my personal writing blog - http://pretendiloveyou.blogspot.mx/2013/10/who-you-were.html
Alejandra Acuna
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