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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Missing a friend...

When I see you in the hall
Or hanging at the mall,
Never making eye contact,
Sometimes I feel my heart is not in tact.
Something is missing, it feels like a hole
I have other great friends I know.
But I can't help but think about the good times.
About the good times we had together.
we were always saying we'd be friends forever.
I wish it would have been true.
Because everyday I'm missing you.
And what's worst of all
Is the fact that I caused this all.

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