We're not friends
I'm not anything in your life
and if we saw each other again
I don't think I'd speak
silence says everything
I am neither
someone to remember
nor someone to forget
and if I touched you
my hand would probably
go right through
because I'm the ghost
of what could have been
I am the being which exists
after a decision is made
I am the being which exists
in the hallways between
that one and the one
and we're not friends
I'm not anything in your life
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