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I want things to be how they used to be.
I want us to be how we used to be.
Before there ever was a 'you and me'.
Is it a bad thing
To want that friendship back?
But now it's too late,
The ship has sailed,
The key for that door has cracked
Like the crumbling ground
Beneath our feet.
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