Long it seems is the day,
short it seems the night;
I try to look for peace,
but theres none within my sight.
I do not understand why,
each time we talk we fight;
You make me feel its all my fault,
this you know aint right.
Can we not find a way,
to put the past to rest?
Can our friendship, some how some way,
survive this ugly test?
Where will we be 10 years from now?
Still embeded in our hate?
Is this what weve been reduced to?
Is this whats now our fate?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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