Sometimes I feel like an ashtray.

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Sometimes I feel like an ashtray. Very often actually.

Someone who’s there for good use. Only.

And often…very often, it only takes people to not physically see me for a while for me to fall into oblivion in their lives…even if I actually had a very strong tie with them.

In my social life, I’ve been easily replaceable. That’s the conclusion I get from all…