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Maddie Jan 2016
Maybe I messed things up
I told you way too much
You just couldn't be there
When I needed you most
It was too much to handle
For either of us really
Maybe I asked too much
Way too soon, way too fast
But how should I have ever known
That you'd be unable
To look at me the same
This I can never change
Sometimes things should be kept to yourself because friends can't always handle the real you.

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