when a friendship dies, …..
somebody that was close to you,
somebody that you knew
always had your back from first grade thru high skoo…
one of the select few
that you always told the truth to;
and, ... somebody that you knew
always told the truth to you, ….
when that friendship dies,
...you don't know what to do…
you feel so out of place, …
your heart becomes an empty space, ..
you walk around with pain and tears
tattooed on your face;
you want to sue the human race,
yet, ..no one but you will take your case; ….
and no one else can take their place, …
so all that's left are photographs and memories
that time can neer erase
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