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Jan 2020
I can feel that pain of you forgetting me. I wait pathetically for my phone to light up from your text.
The anxiety of you forgetting me about me is killing me. Then again, Iā€™m not the memorable anyway.
Written by
Jerimiah  19/M/New York
(19/M/New York)   
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