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"We've actually reached the minimal amount of time in order to say years"


 

You’ve stuck with me

For years now I guess.

 

It doesn’t seem like years,

but it definitely feels like it.

 

It doesn’t seem like years because,

 

Hell

 

when I see you

It’s like waking up from a nightmare and being like,

Holy shit.

 

I’m really not dead.

 

We went our separate ways,

West and east that is.

 

It’s been 3 hours, or a century 

 

I can’t really tell 

 

But it’s been at least century.


 

-Ainsley Smith

 
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