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We stopped talking weeks ago except for the occasional “hi”. How I wished we could’ve hung out more and been friends. For some reason you stayed in your bedroom Every time you were here. You’ve moved out without a “goodbye”. If we meet in the future I’m sure it won’t be more than a “hi” if even that. My friend you’re gone in your lonesomeness with no ears for me, escaping conversation so that you may fulfill your desire.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
Roomate
We stopped talking weeks ago except for the occasional “hi”. How I wished we could’ve hung out more and been friends. For some reason you stayed in your bedroom Every time you were here. You’ve moved out without a “goodbye”. If we meet in the future I’m sure it won’t be more than a “hi” if even that. My friend you’re gone in your lonesomeness with no ears for me, escaping conversation so that you may fulfill your desire.
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May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 6:27 PM UTC
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