My Ex-Bff - Poem by Flower Beauty
She was my BFF
But now she's gone
because I left.
But I wanted to.
She is my worst friend.
She is not a friend.
But she doesn't believe it.
She never will.
She will always be the way she is.
My worst friend.
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