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Jul 2017
What you were supposed to be,
Was someone who was there for me,
I wonder what our friendship would be,
If you didn't run off and flee,
That **** stung me like a bee,
You burned me to a third degree.

How come I never left,
We were always fighting, always out of breathΒ Β 
It felt like I was living around death.

****,
I should have left.
Written by
Sarah
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