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To Start Again


How could I have known

On that very first day,

That you would soon turn your back

Forget me

And walk away?

I thought that even though

I mess up a time or two,

You would still love me,

There would still be trust,

And I could come back to you.

But I was wrong.

Oh yes from the beginning to the end.

You are like a bad drug that I can't escape.

Yet,

Still,

You are my friend.

I don't know how,

But we did it.

We made it through.

It was a weird twisted time and

I still am not sure

How I feel about you.

Some days love,

And others, hate.

We've fixed our friendship,

And I dont know if it is too late...

I'm sorry.

That's all I can say.

Can we still be friends,

Just like that very first day?

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