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She was my gust of wind. Blew into my life like wind, blew away to someone else, without care, out of my life. Yet she was more important to me than wind. As in was. It's been so long since I talked to her in ways that aren't like, "You're supposed to be sitting down." She's a cheating, lying, and definitely not loyal little girl. She'd lie to me and others when I already knew the truth! She'd ask me to cheat for her! She left after she had nothing to do with me and finds other people, ditching me from once or twice a week to 4 or even 5 days a week to not stopping by at all. Like real wind, it blows, and it stops.
Now, after all the change I've been through, deciding to hang with different friends instead and near different places, sitting at a different table, too, I let it go about 85%. The last 15% was spent on the times I thought about her as when she was my best friend, but then I think of her as just another gust of wind.
But, though, I still remember . . . A gust of wind strong enough can hurt.
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