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Weeping
This is all true... It's raw emotion and thought, typed.
I'm weeping. Tears fall onto my keyboard as I type. I try to hold them back, but they have nowhere else to go.
It's because of her. My friend. My best friend. We had something. First sisters, we called it. Best friends, sleepovers, Doctor Who, and crunchy bits.
But I typed something wrong, horrible, and uncalled for, and that fight ended it.
No contact for months, and then I can't take it anymore. I text her, she texts me, and we work it out. She finally unblocks me from instant messenger.
But it's not the same. We'll never be the same friends again. Will I ever spend the night with her again, or eat her dad's cooking while laughing at something he knows nothing about? Will she ever finger-comb my hair to put me to sleep again?
I'm weeping for the loss of a friendship and the beginning of a new one. I'm weeping for my stupidity and my friend's independence.
I'm weeping because I need her, and she's outgrown me.
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