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Jun 23
Growing up I was always second choice
Somehow friendly with everyone
But on the outskirts of the group
Always a second choice in friends

Always the one who would be there
When plans were being formed
Or talked about how great a weekend was
Or the exciting trip coming up

But I was never invited
I laughed and joked with them
Staring from the outside in

Maybe that's why when I left highschool
I only talked with a few people
Or when I left college, those friends were
Already gone, and most of college's as well

When social media consumes our lives
And I get to see what my "friends" are doing
They came to my area, right around the corner
But only silence on my phone

Maybe that's why I missed college nights
Because though I was second choice
Enough was going on when I would be there
To see partly how the party and fun was

It was easier pushing down the feeling of second choice then, instead of consuming me now
Sean Hastings
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