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Have you ever lived your worst nightmare? Sitting on your best friends bed Daggers leaving her mouth Stabbing you straight through your heart Half expecting to see spiders crawl out of her eyes But it’s real You can feel her soft blanket under you The one you used when you slept in her room It’s real So there you are Sitting on your best friends bed The person who knew you best The person who you told everything Is staring at you like you’re a stranger Like you haven’t spent nights drinking wine out of ***** mugs Like you haven’t gossiped about boys together Like you haven’t cried together After you frantically flip through The pages of your memories Searching the moment when things changed But things didn’t All you can remember is laughter and fun So it’s real And no matter how much you think and wonder And no matter how much you pinch yourself There’s nothing you can do You’re alone now And it’s real
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
Reality
Have you ever lived your worst nightmare? Sitting on your best friends bed Daggers leaving her mouth Stabbing you straight through your heart Half expecting to see spiders crawl out of her eyes But it’s real You can feel her soft blanket under you The one you used when you slept in her room It’s real So there you are Sitting on your best friends bed The person who knew you best The person who you told everything Is staring at you like you’re a stranger Like you haven’t spent nights drinking wine out of ***** mugs Like you haven’t gossiped about boys together Like you haven’t cried together After you frantically flip through The pages of your memories Searching the moment when things changed But things didn’t All you can remember is laughter and fun So it’s real And no matter how much you think and wonder And no matter how much you pinch yourself There’s nothing you can do You’re alone now And it’s real
Isn't great when you start you're second year at college and all you're friends decide they don't like you anymore? Especially when you arranged your housing to share a bathroom with them and had graciously volunteered to have a random roommate because they aren't good with strangers.
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Aug 25, 2019
Aug 25, 2019 at 5:35 PM UTC
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