Fake friends
Just waking up on a summer day
Maybe it's noon or later okay
You stretch for your phone just to see
Message Received "Hey it's me(:"
Groaning and complaining you reply
But as soon as she wants to hang out you sigh.
Never responding whether you can chill
Your stomach turns as you start to feel ill.
The thoughts of her revenge scare you so
That sure enough your anixety begins to grow.
She will ruin your life if you are not her friend
But can you live with the torture that will never end?
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