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May 2014
You gang up on me,
with all your fancy gear.
Don't hesitate,
get me until I'm almost dead.
Then say, "IF YOU WON'T PLAY FAIR THEN I WON'T EITHER".

And to think
we were friends
3 hours ago.

What had changed?
Nothing,
as a friendship only ends when multiple problems come up.
Just really ****** at my friend (possibly former). I don't care who punches that button.
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