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A past love

Months pass, and I can’t keep myself from resisting thoughts of there ever being an 'us’.
I no longer long for you, nor need you, I never really did.
I don’t fear being alone, but I fear losing touch with who I was when I loved you.
My mind plays games I am unaware of all too often, you were simply one of them.

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