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Jan 2
To the one I used to love, used to need:
You never
text
me.
It's like you
moved
on
the second I was
gone.
As for me, I've been
S T U C K
in the memories.
I can't not
think
of
you.
But I think I
may
be
moving
on.
Wrote this years ago haha not current just deep
Written by
PhantomDreamer  Myriad of fantasy worlds
(Myriad of fantasy worlds)   
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