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The dream hit so hard,

I cried in my dream,

I ran to the nearby people whom I barely knew,

I asked if they dated to hear something new,

I ran to the closest acquaintance with my head on their chest,

tears sprang it could have been you,

you looked at me with the most emptiest motion ever,

I looked at the girl next to you,

the same place next to you,

you once said it was me and you,

the girl had the same excited expression I had when we were together,

but she didn't know,

I knew and you knew,

she's next 

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