unconditionally perplexed | 1

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i didn't have

anything

against our friends.

but..

there was one in particular,

a boy,

nobody could seem to pry you two apart.

aside from me,

you were

always

with him.

i had this 

pain

in my chest

each time i saw you with him.

a pang of 

jealousy,

my possessiveness taking over,

slowly,

but surely.

there was a time;

one of our so-called

friends

joined in on the laughter,

coming from the people that i

hated with a passion,

caused by my

temper,

without you

by my side.

you weren't there.

y o u  w e r e n ' t  t h e r e  w h e n  i  n e e d e d  y o u ,  d a i s y .

they made fun of me

because they knew

that you'd be there to

protect

me.

they knew

that they would've

regretted it

if you were there to

witness it.

but..

you