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Bleurose May 2018
I can't help but feel so used by you.
I loved you, looked up to you and followed your every footstep.

You taught me so much and yet you... dismiss my steps forward. You still see me only as the child that first stepped into the Guild with wide eyes and a broken mind.

I've hurt you yes, perhaps I should stop hoping you see past that, if it even is that. But you've been this way for as long as I remember, so what did I do?

Seeing me for the first time as Alex...
May have shocked you?
But we were inseparable once -
I'm still the same... or are you just bored of me?

Did you forget? My heart didn't.

But I suppose...

it was nice..

pretending.
I still miss you around Ry-bat, and I keep seeing you in the places I go - but I know it isn't you. Even if it was, its not like you would care.

This is a poem about my ex moirail, and mentor when I first came to the Guild in college - a group of nerds I found sanctuary with.

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