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A Friendly Face.
They may have not been a friend,
An enemie at that,
Someone is use to dread to see.
But now being alone,
I wished to see their face.
Even though they made a mistake,
I was all alone when I was bullied.
They did try to help,
To make up for their actions.
But now they live,
Inside of my attic.
© DarkShadow
An enemie at that,
Someone is use to dread to see.
But now being alone,
I wished to see their face.
Even though they made a mistake,
I was all alone when I was bullied.
They did try to help,
To make up for their actions.
But now they live,
Inside of my attic.
© DarkShadow
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