do you remember when we used to be friends. and we'd go on adventures to goose island, and hang out at wiswall, and be Indians at fires. the hand print tribe. laying on the couch at Katies, watching movies. you were my buddy. my best friend. and i miss you. can we go back before the relationship, and before the drama, before the lying and the shit
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