𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚.

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its funny seeing you greet me like a nobody,
when i was a somebody to you,
i admit we had a past,
the memories,
the laughter ,
the connection,
suddenly they all fade,
and act like it was all history,
something that was buried,
never to be felt again.

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