Deep Poetry for Thursday, October 7, 2010

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Thursday, October 7, 2010

friends?

Friends? Hell with that shit there’s nothing like that You think you know me well enough to judge me? What a fag You claim you’re my best friend, but hell with that shit Im blinded by your childish acts and you mean nothing to me Like wind blown in the air, you’re not to be seen or heard Friends are meant to stick together and forgive if not forget But you diss me I diss you, so what if I made a mistake? Didn’t you make a mistake as well? So don’t blame me for this You blew off a friendship... Sign in to see full entry.

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