Eventually, my friends and I . . .
We started to . . .
. . . drift . . .
bit . . . by
. . . bit . .
. . . by bit.
That's just how it happens.
At first you don't even notice.
But then,
One day
you look up and you realize
that they're all of a sudden
out of reach.
Weird.. right?
Even though I lost a couple of . . .
friends . . .
Life just with on . . .
. . . It wasn't the same.
but it went on.
It didn't feel normal or right,
sitting alone talking to
. . . no one.
Opening your phone and . . .
No new messages.
You know . . .
As a kid you don't
really think you can lose
your friends.
So growing up . .
I always felt that way.
Thinking . . .
"They won't ever leave me."
"They told me they would never." "What if."
"Why?" "They told me to trust them." "Why not?" "They said they are always here for me." "But." "Why would they?" "No."
Thinking . . .
"My friends won't ever leave me."
But wow.
How times changed.
Even so . . .
If I could
I would've told
my little self . . .
. . "You should've thought
better." . .
Then maybe it would've been
. . . easier to
Let . . .
Go . . .
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