Forgotten

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"Hey! Can we ——?" 

Of course! Let's ——- at 7!"

It's past seven.

I text you, 

Your notifications off.

I text another friend,

And another, 

Nobody answers. 

The time I'm home alone, 

Worried, 

Wanting a distraction.

I feel hurt, 

Like  no one cares.

Maybe a lowercase 'lol' would be even nice.

But I don't get anything nice. 

I'm always the forgotten,

Uncared for. 

Like a fragile piece of glass,

Waiting to break.

Slowly, 

Crackling.

...

"Mike is calling"

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