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Apr 2015
In the fight of being a good friend
or a good daughter,
I decided to be a good friend.
At the end, it left me nothing.
Friends come and go,
judge you
and try to decide for you.
They don't really appreciate
if you stay for them or not.
Well,
those aren't real friends;
they are people
just wanting something from you
and once they get it, they just left.
Nicole
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Nicole
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