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The dream hit so hard,
I cried in my dream,
I ran to the nearby people whom I barely knew,
I asked if they dated to hear something new,
I ran to the closest acquaintance with my head on their chest,
tears sprang it could have been you,
you looked at me with the most emptiest motion ever,
I looked at the girl next to you,
the same place next to you,
you once said it was me and you,
the girl had the same excited expression I had when we were together,
but she didn't know,
I knew and you knew,
she's next
This poem is about:
My community