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how does it feel?
knowing i gave you so many chances, knowing i was there for you
and knowing you decided to change.
say what you want, twist the story a thousand times,
but in the end you KNOW.
you know it was you that was the problem
do you take pride in demolishing a group that is supposed to support each other?
do you enjoy pitting our friends against each other?
does it build you up to break others down?
tell me— when you call me a priss, does it excuse your own shameless behavior?
i never judged you, but you judged enough for the both of us.
when you mock my religion you are mocking me
when you mock my parents you are mocking me
but when i stand up to you, i am in the wrong?
it is better to leave us in the past.
it is better not to let this toxic fire last
though i miss you, i do not truly miss you
i only miss the sophomore version of you,
the version that cherished me
but even that is a lie— for how can i tell when you were telling the truth?
you used to lie for fun, i saw it as a joke
but now i don’t know where the line is drawn
were you lying all the time?
how does it feel in the end?