Wednesday, July 20, 2016

My Friend

I met you when I was a shadow of my past.
I resigned myself to trusting no one.
But we poured our quirks into each other.
I trusted you.
Then you needed me... really needed me.
Through all my stains, I was there.
We laughed together in a room of pot and anime.
Then you didn't need me anymore.
You left... and I trusted you.
You were my friend.

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