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Will I grow old with each passing day, missing you?

Trying to convince myself I don’t miss you, knowing that’s not true?

But then again, that’s not true either because, far from telling myself I miss you everyday is thinking about the things that were and the things that may…

have possibly happened or come to past if only that day could be replayed.

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‘Friends’ by Associatiaon

I wanted to believe we were friends
by the fact that
we are the same shade of brown
and we share the same place of birth
that’s not how friendship goes
no matter where you find yourself in this world.
Of course there is certainly more truth
beyond my childish expectations,
but as a child is innocent
so am I
believing everyone cares
or at the least feigns kindness.