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Dear Good Friend Of Mine
Dear good friend of mine,
We use to be best friends.
We use to tell each other EVERYTHING.
Then one day I couldn’t hold your secrets anymore
And I turned you in
Because I was afraid of what could really happen to you.
For a lack of better words, you flipped.
For a moment there I was honestly scared you were going to beat the life out of me
Right then and there in the school’s guidance office.
You stood up.
I tried to stay calm.
You screamed in my face.
I tried to whisper.
From that day on I was almost positive that our friendship had ended.
We had gotten in many fights.
But never to one of this caliber.
A month or so went by
And we slowly became friends yet again.
But this time I’m not sure I want to be your best friend.
You put me through so much s***.
You practically controlled my life.
And during this last fight, I finally moved on
And found a way to be happy on my own.
But now you’re crawling back into my life.
I love you.
And I care for you.
I can’t sit back and watch you hurt like this.
The way you have just told me of the new tortures in your house
I can’t let you deal with that alone.
But can I really take you back under my wing?
How long can I be there for you
Before it becomes bad for me…?