8/31/17
Everyone that's ever told me,
"Live your life"
as a way to cheer me up when I'm down,
or has given the 'assurance' that I'll,
"be leaving everyone behind one day,
don't worry about them, the ones against you,"
were the exact ones to leave.
Irony.
It's as if,
all along,
they were preparing me.
Telling me, I should get used to leaving,
so when I'm left,
It won't be so bad, and I'll know.
I'll know what it's like to be on the other end of it.
I'll understand.
But it's as if,
all along,
they knew
that I was really the one getting left behind.
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A/N: Honestly just a thought scramble to get some words on paper. I wish I could've executed better how I really felt about this particular thing, but the words don't come to be too easily. I need to expand my vocab.
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