Me
I need to forget. I need to forget all these words, painful words, making me shiver. I need to forget the fact Carol and I were best friends, until Amber came. We were together and we planned so much for the future – until Amber came and shattered it to pieces. At first, it was okay, but how did it became like this?! Why did Carol let me down?
What sleepover?! I wasn't even invited! I need to forget all of it. I shouldn't even care, and I'll be happier.
But at the end, it hurts, it hurts so so so too much I'm dealing with the pain of being easily replaceable, of being put aside, of the muscles I use to smile.
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I decided to dedicate this to @IrisKnights, but I'll like to thank everyone for taking their time to simply vote, comment, and read.
Thanks so much<3
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