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The End

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Why did we end up this way?
Disareeing all the time,fusing and fighting about what is right.
When we use to talk and laugh.

Oh why is it but now?
So close to the end 'mongst ourselves,
But I guess its so much better ,
At least we wont cry when we say
"Goodbye."

Still the days grow short
An all we do is bicker '
Peolpe say theres sides to choose
You have to pick who's friends is who's

The days grow old and so we too,
But all we have to remember is
Side long glances, and disregarding stares,
Spiteful words and awful scems,
Pulled by ones whose frightend scared.

Oh why my friend. . .
Is this the end?





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