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by Exililly
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'Our Broken Friendship (6-17-04)

All the things you hide from me;
can't believe you lied to me.
Does it matter that I care?
This life I live just isn't fair.

I'm sick of the fighting;
tired of you lying.
I tried to make things work;
I'm finished with trying.

I thought you were my friend,
but I guess I was wrong;
this has come to an end,
so good-bye and so long.


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