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Used to be my bestfriend
Young girl,
Running in the streets,
Living her dreams,
A teacher who ;
Believed in her,
A bestfriend who;
Trusted her,
A father who;
Cared about her,
A mother who;
Looked down on her,
A sister who,
Looked up to her;
And a bruther who’d do anything for her;
But she lived
To receive compliments;
And not
Accomplishments;
Not caring
About herself;
Or others…
The pain leaving her
In a cluster,
She gave up, before
She could try again;
& I just can’t
Believe,
This used to be my bestfriend…
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