Maybe it’s irrational, but I have this feeling… this fear… that I have been replaced.
I don’t think I’m truly special to anyone.
I used to think I was. I was probably just a fool.
Every bond seems to be breaking… or broken.
It’s probably just me… being me.
Like I said… irrational.
But I miss having something special… love, friendship… something. With someone.
I crave it. I think I need it.
But I don’t have it.
Maybe I can’t have it.
I’m easily replaced.
[Poem or rambling thoughts? I don’t know… you decide.]
[I have no idea what the image above has to do with this post but it looks like I felt when I wrote this.]
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