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Mar 2013
There was a time,
When I was your and that was everything.
When love conquered all and life was good.

There was a time,
When I was your friend,
And that friendship meant something.

There was a time,
That when I needed you,
I could call, and there you would be.

Now is the time,
Of lost loyalty,
Of mind games and deceit.

Now is the time,
That is the shadows,
of the times that were.
Sydney Rianne Bouldin
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