My Dear Departed Friend
I used to know a quaint, wise friend who knew my inner soul.
He stole my thoughts and tore my heart and left me to suffer in his abyss of Hell.
My person is dying and begging for tenderness, but my friend refuses me.
My friend was not my friend, but my enemy.
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