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I was sat on the bathroom floor, the wet, hard floor, Trying to make myself sick I just wanted to feel better I thought that might be the answer She came in and she held my hand She dried my tears and told me what I had to do I told her she'd make a brilliant mum one day and we laughed A bond between us connected In those hours when we were sat on the floor My heart felt as though it were breaking And she was there. Right there He and I had never really talked much But in those four days that we had to share I felt our friendship grow and I was grateful That he was there to listen She and I never had much in common Apart from our insecurities we held in discussion on long walks home, Yet I felt she was the one closer to me, That she almost even understood I don't even know why I'm fretting It isn't as if they care for much longer If they want to say goodbye, then so be it But I'll be grateful for the times that I could really actually call them my friends instead of all this sad pretending We had fun
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Let's Play Pretend
I was sat on the bathroom floor, the wet, hard floor, Trying to make myself sick I just wanted to feel better I thought that might be the answer She came in and she held my hand She dried my tears and told me what I had to do I told her she'd make a brilliant mum one day and we laughed A bond between us connected In those hours when we were sat on the floor My heart felt as though it were breaking And she was there. Right there He and I had never really talked much But in those four days that we had to share I felt our friendship grow and I was grateful That he was there to listen She and I never had much in common Apart from our insecurities we held in discussion on long walks home, Yet I felt she was the one closer to me, That she almost even understood I don't even know why I'm fretting It isn't as if they care for much longer If they want to say goodbye, then so be it But I'll be grateful for the times that I could really actually call them my friends instead of all this sad pretending We had fun
emily-ould
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
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