I still think of you all the time, not to believe that is a lie that you left. Not to be waiting for you come this afternoon to have tea with me, chat with my dad on the news. That phone call to find out where I am, where I went. I know we were friends, who trusted in me. Always thinking of you, not only now they're not. I think that ultimately went unconditional. And want to see you again. And want to embrace today.
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