He Wasn't

I'm so tired of remembering him. Why can't my goddamn brain just leave me the fuck alone? I get it, I fucking get it already. I don't even know if I miss him anymore. I don't know if I see him as a friend. I don't know if we were even close. And I hate that. I hate that because I feel betrayed. I feel like I trusted someone i shouldn't've trusted. And it hurts. It hurts that I trusted him. It hurts that I don't know if I should've trusted him. It hurts that I don't even know if he was a good person.

And it hurts most of all that I wasn't grieving him. I was grieving the person I thought he was.

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Pub: 23 Oct 2022 18:13 UTC
Edit: 23 Oct 2022 18:19 UTC
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