Strange Familiar

This is not how it feels to have my heart broken. It’s been broken for years.

This is not how it feels to lose a friend. I knew we were never really friends.

This is how it feels to come to terms with the idea that I care so little about myself that I was complicit in a charade used against me. And all because playing along seemed less lonely than admitting the truth: I am no one’s friend.

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