It was a game
A way to pass time
Between her and her
When life dried up
And they’d run out of jokes
So they turned to me
Maybe, because I was closest?
They spit
And flicked dirt at my face
They dropped rocks
From their high heights
That hit me hard
Didn’t bruise
But instead formed scars
Instantly
Across my body
Made me nothing
When I used to be everything
Or at least
A piece of their everything
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Ailish. This one hurts. Deep.