Me and you are drifting apart. There are so many differences about us, I don't know where to start. Sorry sometimes doesn't work. I'll still be mad even if you said that you were a jerk. I allways gave our friendship another try, but this time our friendship must die. Me and you can't stick together like glue, even though you want us to. If you can help work things out, than, call me, or shout don't pout.
Reason for writing:
My friend Erin inspired me to make this poem, because she showed me that our friendship has to end.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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