i am the forgotten, i am the forlorn. a lonely shadow left behind by the darkness left behind by false friends, mere acquaintances really. friendship being merely an alliance of convenience after all. that being the gist of the contract that we signed the first time we ever met. the main clause stipulating that we help each other if it wasn't too much of a hassle for either of us. looks like you all got me on that one. embraced like a brother when help was needed. ignore and leave me for dead when i'm no longer of any use. i am that old tattered shoe that everyone once loved. worn out and tossed away. torn and broken i am.
what the shit is this? i am drunk and incoherent. i am fucked up.
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