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Braydon J.

I drove by all the places you used to hang out
Getting wasted
I thought about our last kiss, how it felt, 
The way it tasted. 

Even though your friends tell me you're doing
fine
When he says those words that hurt you do you
Read the ones I wrote you?
Sometimes I start to wonder was it all just a lie?
if what we had was real how could you be fine?
Cause i'm not fine at all.

I remember the day you told me you were leaving
I remember themakeup running down your face
All the dreams you left behind you didn't need them
Like every single wish we ever made. 

I wish i could wake up with amnesia
Forget about the stupid little things
Like the way it felt to sleep next to you. 

I'm not fine at all. 

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