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Now I have to admit that I miss You..
I wasn't lying when I said that I forgot how to talk to you
I'm embarrassed about the most meaningless things when I talk to you
everything that you said to me is incredibly important to me, That is why I will never forget you.

that taste of friendship was so surreal..
When it was You and I.

Everything that I  feared, was making me insecure...
 But you were always there...
I want to keep talking to you, but now I feel desperate..
Hurt, alone, weak, and just a joke to you..
You are my friend....right?
I keep wanting to believe this, but my scars are skeptical..
Losing you again is my biggest fear..
-Belle Rose

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