Broken friends

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I thought she was my best friend

the best one I've ever had

Instead I found out the truth

And what I learned was sad

We still call each other friends

But I feel we're far apart

Though we see each other everyday

I have a broken heart

She has made new friends

And I have made some too

We are talking less and less

And inside I'm cold and blue

Each and every night I pray

That she will finally see

How much I want out friendship back

And how much she means to me

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