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Feb 2020
At this point,
It's like clockwork.

I neglect to tell you something,
Because I'm scared you'll get mad,

I finally tell you,
You get mad.

And now we're not friends.
It happens with every friend I have.
I don't understand. I ******* told you, and then you had the audacity to to say "you need to tell us when something's up" like I hadn't literally just done that. *******. I don't think you were ever my ******* friend and this is a final goodbye. I'm sorry that I want to be treated like I'm not invisible. But that isn't an apology to you. It's an apology to myself for letting you treat me like that. Friends aren't only friends when it's just the two of them. Friends don't just want to hang out when they don't have plans. Friends don't only care when they feel obligated. *******.
Lydeen
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Lydeen  17/Cis/left behind
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