Erase every last memory of me. Click delete until there is no visual evidence that I was ever a part of your life. I have been replaced.
I keep telling myself I am ok with that. Hopefully I'll start to believe it.
You are still a part of me. Always will be. This discrepancy is what kills me. It is sucking every last drop of any possibility of happiness from me.
Is it so hard to pick up a fucking phone and dial my name?
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