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With my eyes full of tears, I still miss our friendship, our breaks together, our laughter. Does it really not hurt you to remember? This slow nostalgia invades me, and in my mind, so many memories come back, so many promises of a friendship that could not last. Now I am alone, and you, instead, laugh with them, your new friends, those same ones you once criticized, and now you hug each other, as if nothing happened. It hurts me to think that in a couple of days you made bonds that took me months, and sometimes I would like to forget you, erase you from my life and never see you again, so as not to miss you so much, so as not to cry for you every night, so as not to feel that you are still my friend, even though you are no longer.