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My Fault
What did friends offer?
Except only talking
I really allowys suffer
My heart is sadly shaking
There was time to judge
Who was a fake or pure
Until we reached the edge
No friendship for sure
Life is a lie, and fancy
Nobody in reality is trusty
Friendship has no policy
May be I'm, only, faulty
Friday 8th February 2019 3:54 pm
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