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We were actually friends. Real friends. Then you got a whiff of the popular crowd and suddenly you’re too good to even look at me. I was there when you said you were depressed, when you said you were breaking. You knew I was too. And you still walked away like none of it mattered. That hurts in a way I can’t even explain.
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