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Hi, Best Friend.....


I open the door and I see her standing there. I look into her eyes, and it makes me want to cry. Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare. I can’t believe I used to say that girl with her vicious glare Was my best friend, until the day I die. I open the door and I see her standing there. Now she does not say a word to me, just standing there. Her eyes are avoiding mine. Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare. I can tell she is avoiding my stare. Avoiding the fact that our friendship was a lie. I open the door and I see her standing there. She lied when she said she did care. She was such a disappointment and it makes me sigh, Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare. She grew up too fast for me to bear. Now that she left me, I guess this is goodbye. I open the door and I see her standing there, Seeing her standing there, staring with her vicious glare.
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