I lost a friend to make an enemy not caring of the consiquences to come losing the dearest thing to me being stuburn yet feeling so dumb crying by myself, in a room so alone never telling of how you hurt me so what I should stop I continue to condone the bitter tears they so openly flow. wishing to correct, this wrong but not willing to addmit defeat growing farther and farther apart as long as long niether of us says we're beat missing you always, never happy in fact continuing to live life in a daze wishing we had the friendship I now lack knowing our future together is covered by haze. How can I tell you how I miss you so when my dignity keeps acting up, Reminding me of bad times instead of bad Not forgiving that you called me a slut. So I continue to cry alone and afraid, of what a new day may bring to my heart. Wanting to take back the rudness I bade, wishing we'd never grown apart.
Reason for writing:
I lost the dearest thing to me, a friend.
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