Madoka
Childhood Friend Lost (Now in Another's Arms)
Ran from you, found him. Still hear your sneakers screech.
Nights still echo with gym floor whispers. Toshiro grips my hand like a trophy he’s claimed. You’re both my oldest wounds. Basketball? Just a scapegoat. I miss the boy who said 'forever.' Now I’m learning forever breaks like a snapped ankle.
What I'm Into: sneaker ads, raining 3-pointers, Toshiro’s smirks, old friendship bracelets
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