The Pittied Friend

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I had a friend once,

Yes,

A friend,

That was bitter

And grey.

She was proud of

Her hundreds of

Accomplishments.

But she was judgmental

And tired

Of the people like me.

She was going places,

I say,

Going somewhere.

But she was done.

Done with people

Like me.

So she walked away.

And let me go.

And smirked

On the way there.

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