Age 13.
Can you still taste me in your conscience?
Do you feel me here?
Can you see through all this nonsense?
Want me to make it all a little more clear?
Don't fucking lie to me
Don't fucking pretend to care
All I wanted from you was your support and for you to tell me it's okay
Tell me how to cope and what to do
Guide me, show me the way
You said I'd been nicer to you than anyone else
that I made you happy and we were close.
You promised we had a connection
"Best friends" forever.
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