The dead friend

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Begging for attention.

It’s been years since we were friends.

I’m never going to mention

The first day that we met.

You made yourself my friend,

The scared kid who couldn’t step

Into the lineup

Of children who leapt

Away from their mothers,

Not looking back.

You saw my weakness

And offered a pact.

You said to stand beside you,

It’s not that scary,

Your brothers have done it,

Don’t be wary.

People judge, question, and accuse,

Me of bandwagoning onto the misery.

That you’re the dead friend.

All attention, no history.

But this isn’t for them, for those, for any,

This is for Ashley, 

Happy 21st birthday.

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