I wish that we were still friends
The best of friends
I miss you more than you know
And every time I see you
I cover my face
To hide that veneer of penitence
Which devours my mind
At the very thought
Of my mistake
Of disregarding you
Now I suffer at the thought
That I lost you for good
It's too late for us
I have lost a great friend
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