Dear You Know Who #2

August 24, 2018

Hey,

Remember baking pies with your grandma?

Remember always walking around the school in the mornings?

Remember leaving me behind?

Remember telling those girls I hated them?

I do.

I thought I had a friend.

I thought I could depend on you.

I realized that I didn't matter.

I thought no one would miss me.

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