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Jul 4
It’s the same fight every time.
It’s never related to the problem.
But somehow still the reason.
Months ago, but still my bad.
It only happened 1 time. It wasn’t that bad.

I’m sorry you aren’t my only friend.
But you don’t care your not mine.
So why must I always pay for your obsession with control.
It’s you doing it now, but it’s me you yell at.
Please stop, give me a break.
I have other friends, and that’s okay for everyone, but me.
So I guess keep yelling, I’m ok.
At least I forgive.
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Brooklyn  18/F
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