we are best friends, sisters, soulmates, ride or dies, until it's inconvenient for you. I ask, and I beg, and I plead, just to see you, for you to come over. And you agree, most times.. until jackie needs you, or jocelyn needs you, or anybody else. You make excuses, promise you will come over later. and then you just.. don't. You disappear, I have to message YOUR DAD. just to get told that you aren't coming over or you can't.
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THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS
PoetryTHE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS aka my vent book (yes I'm making one of these,I have issues)
