i remember when we lived on the same street, two minutes walk away from each other. on school nights, we would sneak out and meet at the park in between our two houses, back in those days, we weren't allowed to smoke at home; so this was our way of seeing each other and being 'rebellious' together. we were inseparable. if i had a fight with my mum, or my boyfriend. you would run down to my house, hold me and not let go until the tears stopped. the times i couldn't force myself to walk, you'd carry me back to you house and look after me. i used to call you my best friend. but now, i don't know you anymore, i haven't seen you in months, and i wish you knew that i miss you everyday.
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