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Nov 2019
My friend
I remember you
You use to whisper to me.
I guess I’m writing because I miss the abuse
I miss your sharp jabs
The ones that kept me up at night.
You went away because I found someone
He’s kind and beautiful
And is never home on time
But you.
You were always there weren’t you?
Cruel and ugly
But Present.
You hurt me
And I didn’t hurt others
In your absence, my friend,
I have become cruel and ugly
Impatient and cold
I have your face now
I don’t recognize who looks back at me in the mirror
I guess I never really have.
This life my friend
My gift to you
Just please take the pain as well
Written by
Cassie
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