Not a poem.

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Well. This isn't a poem. I guess there's just some things I need to get off my chest. so here goes.

   my friends are all turning on each other and I don't know who I can trust. One minute we were friends, the next there was a big fight and I don't know what to do its tearing me apart from everyone and I just want it all to end but I don't know how.

that's enough I guess.

thanks for listening.

-ryan

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