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Dust Under The Rug

It hurts because you left without telling me why. It hurts because you won't give me closure. It hurts because we were so close for so many years then you woke up one morning and decided I wasn't for you. It hurts because I no longer have someone to go to when I need help. It hurts because my weekends have grown lonely and weekdays are bland. It hurts because your name never pops up on my phone anymore and it hurts because it never will again. It hurts because I see you with her, acting the same way you did with me. It hurts because you seem to have moved on already while I sit here crying because I miss you so much. It hurts because I know you don't miss me and I know you found someone better than me. It hurts because you don't care. It hurts because everyone still thinks we're best friends. It hurts because my grandfathers final words were "Natalie is a beautiful young lady." It hurts because we had all these plans and I know you'll follow through with them, only with another girl. It hurts because everyone I've told about the situation thinks I'm over it, but I'm breaking inside. It hurts because my father won't stop talking about you. It hurts because your asks me when I'm coming over. It hurts because all my teachers talk about you to me. It hurts because I can't let myself delete the pictures of us. It hurts because you still have the same contact name, but I'm not even in yours. It hurts because I see your face everyday and I notice the bags under your eyes are gone. It hurts because you're happier than you were before. It hurts because I don't have closure. It hurts because you don't know I'm hurting. It hurts because your still such a huge impact on my life, but I'm just dust under the rug in yours.