Real or fake,
At first we all thought it won't break.
It's when things looked ok,
Until things slowly decay.
Believing they were forever,
Suddenly you realize close shadows leave you altogether.
Shifting eyes without sincerity,
Leaves inside harsh words in secrecy.
Expected pain when they betrayed you,
But crying about it is what your eyes can't do.
Perhaps we all thought forgetting them would last for eternity,
Because losing a fake friend was never a diversity.
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