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i'm being forgotten 

it's not the first time this has happened

but it still hurts just as much 
as it did the first time 

even more so when
she was my best friend 

and now it's just. . . 

it's
nothing

if we barely talk 
does that make us friends?

( last time was a month ago,
and she has another family now ) 

for the shortest time i was number one
and honestly i'd give anything to be
number one again 

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do you know what it's like to be forgotten?

to slip? and fall? the memories are shattering
and there's nothing i can do to piece them together again

i'd like to cross her mind 

she wasn't a bad friend – she was the best 
and now we've moved on 
( i have wattpad and she has tumblr ) 

or maybe i'm overthinking this
yes, that must be it 

but i've been forgotten so many times
i wonder what it'd be like to be remembered
i guess it'd be freeing 
if they acted on it

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