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1 May 2020

My friends are around, but I feel neglected

Maybe not neglected, but certainly disconnected

They talk about everything and nothing

But I cannot seem to give a damn

They are good friends, and that is hard to find

But it seems we are moving past the point

Where we would talk all night, into the morning

Or maybe I am just moving on past the past

I love them to death; I would do anything for them

But I do not find the same joy in talking to them that I used to

Am I getting more mature? Am I subconsciously distancing myself?

Either way, I do not know, and the not knowing scares the shit out of me