What am I to you?

What am I to you? I guess I’ll never know. At least I got to experience all the shitty parts of a relationship with you, and maybe there’s a personal moral victory somewhere for me to celebrate someday that I stood by for so long without even a whiff of the good parts. On second thought, it just makes me feel pathetic, but I already knew that and you still don’t care.

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