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Isabelle H Graye May 2015
We Don't talk any more
Or is it you heard the lies
But you cut me out
An a little part of me dies
But I can't show you
How it hurts me
But if this is how it is
Let it be
Part of me should hurt
But it is nothing
It will pass
Now it is just a ping
I will get over it
You will barley be a memory
The story of this friendship
It is not even a summary
It hurts at first
But it will go away
And I won't remember this moment
It will be another day
You haven't made a mark in my life
For me to remember your name
The things that do matter to me
It will remain the same

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