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She was my best friend,
But I was leaving and she was staying,
I never knew I loved her that way,
But I guess I did and just didn't know until it was to late,
And know I don't how to tell her the scary truth,
But what of she fells the same way,
And what if she doesn't will she call me a freak,
I miss her she would of known what to do,
She would of been able to help,
But now were a part and disconnected,
What if she does feel this way too,
Maybe someday and tell those I love the scary truth.

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