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Old Friend


Change.

Change.

Change.

The concept is so new.

Yet I know you like an old friend.

The kind of old friend that is always doing what she thinks is for the best.

The kind that eventually gives up.

Maybe I know you.

Maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe...

Maybe all I know is who you used to be.

Maybe you aren't her anymore.

Maybe I've been the one who has been planning the future on maybes.

Maybe it was me who lived change.

Change.

Change.

Change.

Change is such a beast.

Changed me or changed you.

Maybe doesn't know the difference between the two.

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