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I thought you were my friend. “I am your friend,” you always say. However, do friends do what you have done to me? I loved him….and you took him. I moved on and you took that one too.  Friends, who needs them? “You need me,” you always say. How could I need someone who would hurt me so badly? Why do we need friends? Why do we need to live?
©2008-2009 ~epicgirl
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