i pick up the picture, brush off the
dust.
i take it
out of the frame, its beginning to rust.
i remember all those memories we had.
as a soft tear drolls down my cheek, i remember,
what ever happened to best friends
forever?
i pick up the picture, brush off the dust.i take it out of the
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