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Back in the day, when I existed.

When I was New, and it was exciting, I was everything. All things revolved around me because I was the sun in a dark universe.

But once again, the light has dimmed. I've fallen down the list, I take back seat, I'm expected to once again put up and shut up, there's no time for me and my silly feelings or wants, even when all I want is one more damned minute, then you can go play with your idiot friends who you don't even like. I don't ask for much, I ask for much less than what I deserve half the time. 

You can't do that. Open my eyes to what I'm worth then make me worthless when it suits you. I'm not a doll for you to pick up and play with, I don't wear my best fucking contour kit and my £6 lipstick just for you to say hello to and then ignore. Oh but I dare not kick off, not that I need to. See your idiot friends you don't even like think I'm great. They laugh when I cut you down, because they know I'm right. But you carry on, you think I'll wait and sure why not, let's humour that. I'll wait. 

If only youdy put me top of the list again. If only you remembered to open my car door, to give me one more kiss before you left because anything can happen, that one more kiss might be the very last. If only you lived each day like tomorrow never existed just like you used to. If only you bought me flowers, and held my hand, if only you danced with me like you used to.