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Oct 2014
I don't know why. Why am I still thinking of you. Why am I still concerned. Why I still care. Can't fall asleep thinkin' of you. When you get mad, I don't know what to do. Long ago, we're like bestfriends, so close to each other, talked everyday, no secrets, having a good time, and lots of memories. But now, I am just a "Friend" to you. A FRIEND! Hoping someday, we can go back to the way we used to be.
Angelica Tanaquin
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