25. About to Call.

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If I would've said that our time as friends was not good,
I'd have so clearly lied.
Even thinking about it now,
Makes me feel nostalgia in my mind.

You were my best friend,
The one through my highs and lows.
You always stayed beside me,
And always held me close.

I hope you are still the same,
And you still hold that level of affection for me.
As, I'm about to call you,
And I can't help feeling a little bit of anxiety.

I hope this is still your number,
I hope you recognize and talk to me.
If you don't, well, then,
My mind peaceful, would never be.

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