I missed how you always asked me for company for whatever reason it was. How you always looked for me as a source of inspiration, as a source of help, as a source of entertainment. We talked almost every day about every thing from your worries to your childhood to your hobbies, to your friends to your love life. I can't deny that I enjoyed that. But then you became independent, you had your new friends, you went on with your life, and I was soon forgotten.
I only existed when you needed something. Like a staircase for you to fucking step.
But it's alright. I'ma still hold on to my values CHYEAH :D
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