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A book I read a long time ago

A book I read a long time ago 

I woke up this morning
and I realized it's been a few days 
since I thought about you

The story we wrote with our hearts 
was never inked in red 
Are you for real or 
are you just a book I read a long time ago?

And you know all the fights we had 
and all those insecurities 
I wish I could tell you all my secrets 
I wish I could digest all your twisted fantasies 

I remember when you took me to the lake at midnight,
clicked a picture with your head on my shoulder on our way out
Said you wanted to remember that night forever

I remember when we shrieked in fear
of snakes and ghosts in the dark
I remember when you held my hand 
and said you hoped we never changed

The games we played to keep it going 
were all won by you 
Are you for real or 

are you just a book I read a long time ago?

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