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poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
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Tainted Peach
Against my better judgement I became friends with a sweet girl One I thought would be a love One I thought would be a friend. Anger and jealousy reared it�s ugly head Spitefulness, bitchiness, that was the course Of our time together It exhausted me, to the point That I didn�t care anymore I didn�t want to talk to her I didn�t want to hear her beautiful voice Any more. So sad that I lost a friend Over things I�ll never understand Her need for drama was too much for me I had too much to deal with I could not be who she wanted me to be. raw || truth |