Craving "Us"
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Última publicación mar, oct 16, 2018
We've come so far from the start of school to now.
Acquaintances.
Friends.
Best Friends.
More then friends.
We had that special kind of friendship, relationship- whatever you want to call it.
We weren't together.
We weren't 'just friends'.
We where kind of in between but something more abstract and complicated- more special.
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