A long time ago, we used to be friends

I used to be friends with a girl named Ana.  Some days she comforted me.  And some days she was a real bitch.  We haven’t been friends for a long time though.  Every once in a while, I think about her.  What it would be like.  Would it be different now?  Would I be happy this time?  I guess it’s safer to keep the red bracelet in my jewelry box.  For now.

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