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Dear Friend


Dear friend, why do you not speak to me anymore;

Overtime, you slowly closed that door;

You locked it firm, while I knocked for help;

Your words pounded me like an asteroid belt;

I wish I could forget you like how you have of me;

Then at last my soul will be eternally free;

Free from your wrath, free from your chains;

Your hatred sucking up the happiness that remains;

I hope you come through, someday later;

Your ignorance digging a never ending crater;

A never ending crater that I am filling in;

With my everlasting busyness and my shining grin;

For it is not me who I worry about most;

It is my other dear friend who followed you from coast to coast;

 
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Ellavader
<p>I relate.</p>

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