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Why,how,can I feel so bad?
I was so happy,
you pulled me down,
now this face is marked with shame,
from the traitor I once called 'friend'
And from these eyes I tear your lies,
that blinded me for so long,
I can't believe,I do believe,
and at the end I feel upset,
by the traitor I once called 'friend'
As a team you hurt me,
and slandered me,
just for popularity,
and alternativly you are hurt,
because you're the traitor I once called 'friend'
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I had a punch-up in the middle of the street with a girl older than me because my supposed-to-be best friend and her friend told her i'd been saying things i did not say and then her mates started laughing which is why i wrote this.
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