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I met you again after a year or two. You wore a Harley Davidson shirt and you had dyed your hair two tone. You looked the same but so different.
You still said my name as though it was honey, you still walked with confidence, you still held that comforting aura of yours.
Yet when we walked to your house I found us taking a different route. You told me you had moved houses and you liked this place better. Your room was different too, somehow lighter, more relaxed than before. You had an incense stick lit, playing music I didn't think you'd listen to.
It was nice. To see how different you had became in a year.
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The end of the third section! I hope it was enjoyable :)
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Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
