By 09:12

Here we are, one year later,strangers once again.
When I saw you, the wounds become fresh.
I thought I was doing well,but I was wrong.
Tonight, as I went down Orchard, looking at the Christmas lights, 
you pop up in my mind, reminding me of all the good times we had.
It will be hard, but it will happen. It has to.
And we will be known strangers.

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