You and I were best friends, we had a love that words couldn't define, I thought that our love and care, would last forever, perhaps until the end of time, Call me naive, because I'm grieve, the status we couldn't achieve. I hope you don't expect me to believe, that on this relationship, you'd rather conceede, when did you stop loving me? When did you draw the line, when did you place the parameters, on everything we have, I thought we could laugh, and talk about anything, I grieve, for what could have been, When did you stop loving me, friend?Birth sign: Libra
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