Dear You Know Who #3

Hey dude,



We used to be locker neighbors,

when we were younger.


I don't think I can,

get over what you did.

You used to be,

a friend to me, 

but then that fateful day came.

You said you wouldn't be there...

But you were.

I asked how things were going.

You texted about her.

Its fine...

I'm fine...

We're cool...

I think?

But you lied,

and you know

I felt a part of me sink.


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