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i wish i knew you. 

god, i’ve heard so much. 

i don’t know your eye color 

and 

somehow i always feel guilty 

when people ask 

‘remember?’

and i know i was there 

but 

it still feels like

i was never there 

at

all 

i can remember the way 

you made me feel, 

in a way. 

it’s quite dull 

and fading now. 

everyone talks about how 

amazing you 

were— their eyes 

light up

and i can’t stand it 

because i can’t 

feel that way about a stranger. 

and that’s what you are. 

a stranger. 

without photographs 

you would just be another face 

in the crowd.