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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required So this is to be the end of our friendship, huh? I hope you didn't end it only because I said we should. It seems the very thing that brought us together is now tearing us apart; Such a dramatic ending yet imperceptible to everyone but us. You wrap everything in a neat little package Something to be discarded? We didn't know it then but the moment we admitted it to each other was the moment it all ended. You told me you were gay and I said I was too. Should we have kept it inside then, should we never have acknowledged it? You told me you loved me but I said no, we can only ever be friends. Why end it now? On the eve of us venturing out into the world to leave our mark. Sometimes this feels more like the beginning rather than the end I hope that's why I feel so numb. A single tear is yet to be shed for something that lasted nine years But I am angry; I know you could tell. This causes me such ineffable pain. Not for the reasons you think. I could never resent our friendship But you labeled it all a waste You sit, confident that what you're doing is right and that everyone else is somehow wrong. I'm not so confident however. There are a few things that I know to be right, incontrovertible truths, and this is one of them. Why can't you see that I'm hurting too?
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