never forget

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Time <5 mins

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A short story about a boy I once knew.

it's been 6 years, and I'll never forget.

everything is 100% mine and 100% true.

Please don't re-post my work without talking to me first.All Rights Reserved

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I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

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I had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.

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