Someone extremely important to me told me that if they weren't to see me anymore, they would be sad for a while, but life would go on.
Maybe I'm, i don't know what, too involved, or unhealthily captivated
but this scared me,
terrifed me in fact.
I felt disposable, expendable, replaceable.
I still do.
This person means the world to me, and life would really not be okay.
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