Somebody
No, he is not my friend.
He's not my enemy.
We are just strangers,
with memories.
We stopped talking,
If we see each other,
We keep on walking.
I don't know what he thinks.
If he even has those thoughts...
I would doubt that...
He could have told me,
Plenty of times,
And he still wouldn't have me bought.
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