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Nov 2013
I'm done calling people friends

They'll only act for their companions

I'm sick and tired of it

Thinking we're your great buddies

Laugh at your pals

But you won't out yourself

Get off my back

That's it

I'm done

Go back to being fake, kid

I bet you didn't think we'd walk

Where are you now?

Without us there

We have each other

You have *no one else
I'm sick of them
Rosario
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Rosario  Texas
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