"i will always be there for you"
i don't see you now
maybe always doesnt mean forever
yellowed paper on the floor
covered with your careful scribblings
(you don't know i still have it)
constant reminders of you
inescapable, all around me
but you don't give a sh*t
how can you now see me as an outsider
after all of this?
i will not be generalized
i am not a category tossed carelessly about
even you, especially you
can't really believe it
but maybe they can.....
thus begins my metamorphosis.
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