I hate how dispensable I am to people. I feel like I am so easily replaceable. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It’s like I don’t matter to anyone. And hey, I mean, I don’t blame you. I’m no one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.
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