Nothing

An ode to ghosting

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How could I

talk to you

Ever again

Considering

how you

Think of me ?

I just don’t

Know if I

Could pretend

That you didn’t

Hurt me.

I’m not sure

If we were

Friends, but–

Now I know

We are

Nothing.

I suppose

What hurts

The most

Is how badly

I want

Nothing–I

Guess I don’t

Need much

At all, now

Isn’t that

Something?


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