The last time I laid eyes on you, you were happy. The last we spoke, you had better things to do. In my existence I have never felt the same need to speak to me as I have for you. In fact none of the ones I could call friends ever needs me. I am superfluous and without direction. Go on, live your life. I am not important to your future so I won't interfere with it. I was never important. Not to anyone. Nobody seeks out conversation with me. I am the last one remembered and the first forgotten. It's fine. You aren't the first. You won't be the last to toss me by the wayside when you no longer need me.
My path has always been so alone. Walk yours. What I feel doesn't matter to you anymore. When all the rest of your friends are done with you, I hope you remember me. Because I'm still here.
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