Thoughts of a Quiet Girl

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To her:
I get it

Okay?

I'm not a best friend

Or a good friend

Or trusted

Or wanted

Or helpful

Or needed

Or anything to you.

I fucking get it okay?

You lied when you said I meant something

That's okay, so did he

But take all the time you need

All the time in the goddamn world

But be lucky if I'm still here

Because I'm tired of choosing people

Over me