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Familiar
People may think that They know who this poem is about But they don’t, And they never will. I’ve met this boy. I haven’t known him long. But it feels like he’s been My friend since birth. He seems so familiar.. But I’ve never met him before. Calls that were hours and hours, As if we had all the time in the world. Why does he seem so familiar It’s like in a past life time he was my best friend.. or more than that The way he laughs makes my heart hurt. He’s so sweet and funny. I’m left in the dark of if I knew this person before… But now this person is gone. I had to leave him. I was too much for him, he didn’t have to say it. He wrote something for me once, I pity him for I did not feel moved by his words. Strange how one can feel familiar. I have left the dark, The story I shared with him being the same as countless others. I find myself incapable of loving anyone truly anymore. Not even my parents. “I love you.” I hate those words. I don’t love anyone. I don’t even love myself. As I look at the new bleeding scars on my arm, I wonder if he thinks of me still. I hope he’s happy, No I don’t. That was a lie. I hope the thought of me makes his stomach twist and turn. I hope the songs that remind him of me make him want to cry. I hope someone says something I said and it makes him hurt. I hope he’s in pain. I wish he hadn’t left. I wish I was better. I wish I didn’t lie. I wish I could unblock him.
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