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Nic
- Apr 5, 2019
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You still follow me on pinterest,
one last overlooked thread connecting
us. Sort of. Tenuous, at best. 
I sometimes find myself expecting

to find a new board with my name,
plain as day, with all the things I
didn't give you a chance to say
pinned in our own aesthetic. While my

love letter to my lost friend is kept
hidden, secret, a scar I don't want 
you to find. Full of 'raged' and 'wept'
and 'sorry' and 'sorry' and 'how you haunt

me still.' Seven months after we last 
spoke. It's still hard to call you my past.

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