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False Friend


I sit next to

the girl who hurt my friend

and I growl internally

beneath that bitter smile of mine

and I know I cannot crack

because when that happens

I cause trouble

and I hate myself

but these are the instances

where I feel the need

to become the mother wolf

who'd tear to shreds

anything that wronged her dearest ones

but I can barely stick up for myself

in instances where I am outnumbered

so who am I to think

anything would've changed

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