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We pass in the hallway,
not a word nor a smile.
Just silent wishes,
to erase files.

They're all around us,
and some of them know.
But the past is our past,
and we won't let it show.

You used to fill my dreams,
my thoughts, my heart.
But now I guess I'll get used to,
our growing apart.

Maybe it was juvenile,
our curiosity.
But that won't stop the what-if's,
of how it used to be.

So walk away,
like you always do.
And I'll pretend,
I don't see you too.