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Igorance is a sturdy ladder in a scorching playpen You showed your true colors Then This play date in this playpen quickly came to a end This sturdy ladder of a friendship is now left disassembled Here i am sitting here with this wound split wide open You couldnt come to the senses that this is who i Am We went from the playpen to the sandbox You wanted to front and put on a show Well i hope this sandbox devours your judgemental soul slow To the point where you realize who you were until we advanced to Pre-K Do you not see the pattern i have been here since the scorching playpen But all you did was turn your back on me Well guess what never again Advanced to grade school You get one little gold star and don't know what to do still in middle school you Proved 9 years meant nothing to you Promoted to High school You think your King Tut Well its time you get uncrowned or either beheaded I need to realize your a non factor in my life But we both know what your doing is dead wrong I wish it was easy for you to see But now i just have to close this coffin and bury you and this friendship 6 feet deep Finally This situation is dead to me To you Our friendship Our memories REST IN PEACE
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