• change

    by  • June 30, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Friends • 0 Comments

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    I still think about you everyday. I miss my best friend who knew me better than myself. My best friend who fought for me. My best friend who stood up for me. My best friend who would go smoke with. My best friend who could take one look and me and know what i am thinking.

    Although i don’t miss the person who my best friend had turned into. That girl was a liar, copier, and she didn’t care about others.

    After those last words “my best friend” spoke to me i don’t think i can ever look at that face of hers again. i have always said how i do not like change. and that’s what you did, change.

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