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Maybe It's Time

I never wanted this.

You left me without a second glance, running off, ditching me for a more popular person. Without a glance back, you left me.

Alone.

That is what I am now.

I’ve constantly talked to you when you were alone, constantly did favors for you. What did I get in return?

Nothing.

You left–giggling with your new best friend, swatting a hand in my face as you left, stabbing my back with an invisible knife.

Now I stand, bent, my dignity gone. Everyday I see you with her–your new best friend.

We promised. You promised. Best friends for eternity.

I guess promises don’t mean much to you.

I’m tired of waiting for you. I have been for long enough.

Maybe it’s time I moved on…



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