The fact that I'm so easily replaceable kinda terrifies me. You say I'm not but I know better.
Eventually you'll realize that I'm just noise in the background.
We'll stop talking. Stop hanging out as much as we had. And you'd just forget. You would go back to how it was before.
And I'd fade off.
But that's just how it is.
Pretty damn pathetic
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De TodoThis is a continuation of the other Random Stories. Enjoy and always open to suggestions
