Once
I don’t like you anymore.
I once did
when I was little
crawling around in your shadow.
You towering above me
helping me up,
but only so far.
We were best friends,
once,
when I thought as you did,
when I liked what you liked.
But once I had my own thoughts,
once I cut the cord,
you stopped liking me.
You wanted a shadow
for the rest of your life,
a mirror reflecting only you.
You wanted me to be invisible.
When I refused,
I became disposable.
Once we were sisters.
Once.
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