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Lost Friend

Lost is what I am. Watching from afar, no longer caring of my self being. Protecting him is what I do, caring for him from afar. He's an old friend, one long lost. I lost, lost him, the very person who held me together for so long..the person who kept me at bay. i fell back into my old habits soon after I lost contact with him. My former friends couldn't take who I used to be. I was dully, emotionless, a robot. I wasn't the same person inside, I wasn't me anymore. They didn't know that though, they only knew I was changing and that my change wasn't for the better. It didn't take long for the effects to settle in. I lost them all one by one, each leaving within a few days after the one before them. The pain that came with each lose was dulled by my habits, bottling emotions, lying to myself, numbing myself out. After the last one left, everything became a blur  emotionless, cold blur. That was until i found him again. I didn't want to bring up bad memories though. I felt a pang in my chest, an emotion I thought. Hurt, an emotion I still knew well, but it was a sign of change. I went by a different name, something he couldn't trace back to who I was. We talked for hours, like before though I said lie after lie to cover parts of who I was. I was hoping he would forget...but I knew that was too much to ask for. He remembered, remembered when we met, the talks we had before, everything. There was pain coursing though my veins as he talks about me as another person, someone he still loved, someone who never left.

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