The Back Up Friend
I'm sick of being the back up friend.
The third wheel to your duo.
It's been like this since we were kids.
I know, you all have busy lives.
Do you think I don't?
My calander is covered,
And yet I still find time to see you.
Sometimes,
I go out of my way, to make it work.
I thought that's what friends did.
But when it's your turn,
You bail.
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