you didn't want me.
you never did.
i was just a figure of your imagination.
they said, 'once she grows up they'll forget about you.'
i didn't want to believe them at first, but you started to distance yourself from me.
i slowly came to believe, that i was your tool.
a tool, that would slowly rust away, while you grew up.
i would have lay myself down for you. you said you would do the same.
now i know, you wouldn't. so now i take apart my gun, hide, burn and forget about you and me.
because it was never real in the first place.
and neither was i
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