ninth month

I think I saw you today, in the neighborhood. You had a mask on, so I couldn't tell if it was you. But you walked pass by me and I knew it really you. I remembered how your eyes looked when you were sad, or frustrated. You know I am always here, but please answer my text and calls.

Did you recognize me at all?

You didn't change much, but I heard you were planning to do something for your hair when you debut. Let's just say SNS is a great way to get information.

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THIS STORY IS CRAP I APOLOGIZE