What was I to you?
That's something I never really knew.
Was I a friend? A lover?
Or was I somewhere between being more than a friend but less than a lover?
But I guess right now it shouldn't matter
Because I'm back to being a stranger.
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Written In Free Verse
PoetryA compilation of English poetry written in free verse. ----- Credits to the owners of the photos edited for this story's media.
