Title: Broken friends.
by Shanice from North Yorkshire | in writing, poetry
All I Wanted Was The Reason Why
You Wouldnt Talk No Matter How Hard Id Try
Together We Used To Go EveryWere
Now You Act Like Im Not Even There
Our Mams Would Say We Were Joined At The Hip
The Two Us, We Had A Proppa FriendShip
No More I Can Deny Or Pretend
All We Are Is Broken Friends.
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