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I don’t how it would happen
I don’t even want to think about it
Suppose though
Suppose one day
You decided our friendship wasn’t for you
I don’t know why
I lie awake sometimes
Thinking of things I might be doing
Just to avoid this situation
But suppose
For whatever reason
You broke off the friendship
I’ve imagined
What you might say
What you might do
Suppose, when you told me
Now suppose I already know what I’d do
I know my reaction
I wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t plead with you
I’d go cold
Again
My shields, granted a little rusty
Would come up
Again
“I knew this would happen”
I’d tell myself
But really
I didn’t want it to
Suppose
I don’t even want to think about it
Suppose though
Suppose one day
You decided our friendship wasn’t for you
I don’t know why
I lie awake sometimes
Thinking of things I might be doing
Just to avoid this situation
But suppose
For whatever reason
You broke off the friendship
I’ve imagined
What you might say
What you might do
Suppose, when you told me
Now suppose I already know what I’d do
I know my reaction
I wouldn’t cry
I wouldn’t plead with you
I’d go cold
Again
My shields, granted a little rusty
Would come up
Again
“I knew this would happen”
I’d tell myself
But really
I didn’t want it to
Suppose
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This is something I've been struggling with. I have the most amazing friend, but sometimes I get scared about how much I trust her. Because I've had bad experiences before. So I panic when I realize that I trust her, then I close back up. Only to open up again. (because she such a good friend) I just can't help not being worried about her throwing me away...
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I feel you. Only my friend actually did throw me away.