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Somebody that I used to know
I am afraid of being forgotten
Afraid of being the last one on your chat history
Afraid of being the side piece
A cameo you used as the catalyst
What if I don’t come to your mind when someone takes my name?
What if you don’t remember the last time we blushed the same?
What if you don’t remember the intimidation
We felt, while navigating our way through the lane?
Was it worth it if you don’t remember me?
Was it worth it if your birthdate still haunts for free?
Was it worth it if you did it all for show?
Was it worth it if you’re now just somebody that I used to know?
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Disha Maharaj
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