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I tried to be a good friend,
But in the end I'm dead.
I see the pain in your eyes when I tell you the lies they've said,
Then I cry.
You believe I am filled with lies,
But as time goes on on you see that the lies are actually truths.
Each time you were hurt,
I felt parts inside of me die.
You turn me and those who care about you away,
But inside you hurt.
I guess I've given up in the beliefs of you as my "Friend"
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This is about a friend that I believe is dead to me.

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:iconmoon-blood:
Beautiful poem, I can definitely relate here

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Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?
:iconuknowuluvme1993:
thanks i think as we all get older we all can relate to friendships that have ended over ridiculous reasons.
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I love it the typos r the only flaw but that can easily b fixed, and u say ur a bad writer pshhhhh u kno ur good juss admit 2 it!!!!lol

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"I won't get used to this, I won't get used to being gone"
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OHH my god i love this!

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July 4, 2008
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