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I hate when people I used to know reaper 
Like they’re waiting for me to thank them for coming back 
The ever-present question hangs
Taints the air 
“Aren’t you going to ask me where’ve I been?” 
I do not look for shadows in blinding light
My vision has faded to cloudy imprints of color and 
I’ve found company in recorded figures and words on a screen
Because at least with them, there’s a replay so I can catch what they said
And there’s no lies in scripts but there is pretend.  
Just like how you could pretend we know each other so well 
The mentality that a relationship stays the same with no contact 
Except the occasional like and comment 
I do not bend for the unwanted inside joke that died when we were 14
we’ve drifted apart. 
I chopped off the hair I was trying to grow. I stayed home longer because I needed time to
explore. I’m still not done yet. 
And I can’t stand the turned down nose when you ask me what I’ve been up to.
Like nothing’s changed. Sorry if my life didn’t stop when you went away.
There’s nothing wrong with moving away. 
But I gave up on chasing people who only want friends that are in close range.
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