Friends Yea thats what I thought
Hate me,Break me,Kill me,I'll die.Wanna be my friend or is that another lie?Friends at the start enemys grown.Fights,Heart set in stone.What do we do?This isn't a game.If it is its a cruel one.I'll never be the same.Friends before never again.Once you break me I'm gone not another chance will be spent.You hate me so much.I'll disapear.Never friendship will be here.Either will I be here.
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