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I'm Worried

By , Boston, MA
I'm worried. The more time passes, the more i think he forgets. I can feel us slowly drifting away. I don't want to see it end, before it even begins. What hppened to the looks he would give me? What happened to our wonderfully akward conversations? What happened to the chance I thought we had?





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