“I missed you in a small way. Tiny enough to fold up and put in my pocket, and carry that loneliness with me everywhere I went. I’d forget all about you, until my hand accidentally brushed against that slip of memory.”
— Unknown
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To my once ride or die
The one who always knew me right
We would swear it’d always end up
You and I
We really messed up this time
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