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You made it easy for me to stop caring when you stopped talking.

You made it easy for me to stop feeling when you stopped coming around.

You made it easy for me to stop wanting this when you stopped returning calls.

You made it easy for me to shun you when you acted like you were better than me.
As always.

You made it easy for me to be angry with you when you shrugged me off,
pushed me aside. Acted like I didn’t exist.

Like usual.

It’s just one of your quirks; to be the same as the rest of your family,
when I cast my doubts aside and gave you a chance. Told myself you were different.

But no, you can only come around at your own convenience.
Talk to me when no one else will listen.

I’m not available at your expense.

My time is precious, and my education is more important than conversations about your sex life.
Bite the bullet like the rest of the world, it’s not that hard.

Well, maybe it is for you, my precious. Love. I miss you, but moving on.
It’s easy to forget.
Let friends become strangers.
Let strangers become friends, and enemies become friends.
At this point I feel like my friends are enemies.
Oh well.

You win some, you lose some.

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In the mean time, take some advice from Omega,
“We all have a little sin that needs venting...
Do you serve a purpose, or purposely serve?
We’re all going to die some day, and that’s the American Way...
Say a prayer, save a face, get yourself together and see what’s happening.
Fuck you. Fuck you!
Let the heads cool and the engine run, because in the end everything we do
Is just everything we’ve done.”

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  • brokenpoet
    November 10

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    Yes, unfortunately not every friend can be around for "all seasons" however, some of them don't deserve the company or time of day by the few good people on this Earth. Then, why do they get it? For that reason, we are good people.
    What you've written is very well spoken.