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Nov 2021
We used to be so close
I used to call you a friend
A friend I never met
I trusted you with my heart
And we made time for each other

Now we don't talk unless I speak first
I send messages you never reply too
When I express why I'm hurt
you fix it for a day
before leaving me alone once more

Now I hope you can find time to talk with me
I hope that I am not an inconvenience to you
I hope that you still care about me

Yet when you've had a bad day
I stop what I am doing
I let you rant on about how bad work is
and when I tell you what's going on
I feel hopeful that I do matter to someone somewhere.

but then the silence comes once more
Showing no one does care
leaving me in the place

where I hope you find the time
that I make for you
Writing of the Unknown
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