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Apr 2017
Rewind to one summer ago
When the leaves were still blossoming on their branches
Just like ourselves, blooming into a new life,
a new chance
So we made a pact, made a bond, a contract
Four musketeers (we’re the real OG)* on the loose
Inseperable and undeniably connected
We spit our hands and smashed them together

Fast forward
Now you spit on me instead
All the leaves died a long time ago
Soon new ones will bloom
If they are able to hold on to their branches despite the gushing hurricane that doesn't seem to be leaving soon.

Mama once told me some people only last a season
But
I never thought it would be like this
Never thought you would act like this
Never thought you would treat me like this
Never thought you would forget like this
Never thought I could cry like this

You words and promises didn't last
We’re just plastered with plastic perfect smiles
Too bad we have crooked teeth.
Recently realized my so called friends didn't treat me like friends should. And you know, it's not their fault if they don't want my friendship - there are much more interesting people out there so that's cool. But I feel like a fool for not realizing it until now. First lesson of 2017: "You have to learn to get up from the table when love is no longer being served"
Louise Ruen
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Louise Ruen  19/F/Denmark
(19/F/Denmark)   
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