The game we used to play
Every single day
Is now a memory of what it once was
There were three of us
Then two
And then me
Mar 14, 2020
Mar 14, 2020 at 9:47 AM UTC
The game we used to play
Every single day
Is now a memory of what it once was
There were three of us
Then two
And then me
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