I had this friend once,

She smiled like the sun,

And was a breath of fresh air in this corrupt world.

I left for a time,

Returned with bags under my eyes,

To find a girl with a broken smile,

And scars on her arms.

I couldn't find her again,

In her place was a stranger,

And we were never the same again.

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