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stupid face 
I miss how we used to be,I miss us, you and me.the days out and nights in just want you to know in my heart is were I keep you friend.you were there for me when I was scared,I was there for you,
We feed from eachother –Fruits of the womb.Our minds meeting,A binding of souls exhumed.  
I used to think I was alone Then I heard his voice, across the street, my friend was Again, I thought no one cared Until his hands held mine, next to me, my lover was
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