Best Friend
When we were young
we promised "forever".
Never seperated, close beyond compare.
Now I know how often children lie.
"Don't talk to me anymore,"
she yelled.
She pushed me to the ledge and watched as I fell.
I've moved past her,
but still...
the fear is there.
This will happen again.
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