To a friend,
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I've lost track of how many times we've stayed up until 03:00am,
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We talk about anything and everything,
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And to be completely honest,
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you're the only one I would ever stay up late talking to.
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One night I remember being so upset,
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I don't really remember why now,
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but you were there.
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Funny,
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how even though we are oceans apart,
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you were still there to comfort me.
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Remember when we lost track of time,
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and before we knew it,
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it was 09:36am on a Sunday?
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I do,
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You told me something that night.
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And I don't think I could forget it if I tried.
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~Sincerely Yours.
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