Friends

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Being friends can hurt worse.
Hanging out all the time,
So many memories,
Of you not wanting to be mine.
So many times,
You chose her over me.
When I felt like saying I love you.
I got to shy.
Nights after being together I wanted to go home and cry.
Wishing you were mine.





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