and you stop appearing in recent chapters
the authors sick of you dragging down the book
look
its not like you weren't fun for the readers
your job was to entertain
no strain on the brain of the writer
much politer than the protagonist
who complains and complains
about your strain on his brain
and the chain you hold
it's old
and rusting at the edges
scraping on the ledges
of his mind
you were kind
but he was blinded
and than when you reminded him
that he was more than all this
drinking smoking one night bliss
he put down the pen and started over
you died in the chapter no one likes
you died in the chapter they all wrote
you died in the chapter i got smart
you died in the chapter i gave up
on you
and refused to do
what you wanted
our friendship flaunted
our names were hanuted
in the halls of our school
so fucking cool
left them in awe
dropping their jaw
at what price is what i ask
relax i dont hate you
i just see that with me this wont be
working towards my sanity
vanity is not friendship
our friend-shit
i wasted
my time and effort
im turning the page on you
and though i'll remember
that you were a member
of the privileged few in my life
that i called a brother
you were like no other
and hurt me more
than the rest before
never a bore
but always a chore
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