Bus Stop

I gave you the honor of being my friend, confiding my deepest secrets. Now it's all relative to how much I have inconvenienced you. Blamed for things I can not control, shoved aside because I am not exciting enough, told I was too sad to be around so you had to move on. Well, so have I. This bus stop was never my destination.

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Just to clarify, I was thinking we should see other people. But don't leave me, Because I love you.

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