Why is it that at one point everyone leaves?
And those that don't just stop caring.
They're there.
But never do they ask 'how are you?' or 'is there any way I could help?'.
They're there.
And if you're lucky enough they'll notice you every once in a while.
Maybe even make you believe there could be a small possibility that they care.
Oh, the naiveness. You're all on your own.
Dear broken heart, let go and move on.
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