Is it not ironic that I am there for my friends & they are not for me. Now that life is good for them, they no longer need me. Yet they do not return the favor. My life is just full of empty promises & heart aches. No joy, unless it's a tid bit to be snatched away, so I feel pain more profoundly.Like a stuffed animal that has served loyally & now sits on a shelf, long forgotten & collecting dust.
shojo_Princess Community Member 
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