Losing Friends After Moving
Never wanting to leave,
I always did believe.
I wouldn't be forgotten by the ones I love the most.
For now I'll be in the Florida sun to roast.
One day I did return to the city,
Things appeared a bit more gritty.
Every one went their separate ways,
It's like my middle school friends we're just a phase...
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