I looked at your contact in my phone again and it started to look blurry. And this time, it wasn't because my eyes were full of tears, I think it is my heart feeling something I didn't know was possible: I look at your name: And I feel resentment. I look at it and wonder, why you are still a contact, when I am not even allowed to talk to you. Then I look into the mirror and see the saddest pair of eyes: Asking why I need to feel so loved to badly. Why do I fight for something thats already dead?
Why have you abandoned me?
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3/18/2026
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