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The Person I Once Knew

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KelaLewis-Morin

Published: Feb 25, 2012

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The Person I Once Knew

We used to talk everyday.
Laughing, talking and spending time together.
I never thought me and you would stray.
I assumed we would be this close forever.

Now your number is never in use.
You're just a photo in my frame of mind.
It went from mutual respect to absolute abuse.
A bond like ours is difficult to find.

I occasionally think of you and wonder how your doing.
Wonder what you look like and if you still talk the same.
Imagine what your doing with life and what dreams you are pursuing.
Despite everything that happened my memories of you will always remain.

I knew you for a while and you made an impact on my life.
Sometimes I wish things could go back to how they once were.
Dry my tears and remove the jagged bloody knife.
Envision what my life would be like if that incident never occurred.

Would we still be close and have that same connection.
Maybe it wasn't meant to be we were destined for different things.
I just wish I got the chance to apologise and complete my confession.
I only hope that now you are happy and you enjoy all what life brings.

Kela lewis-morin

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