The moments that we made, went by just like that. I don't know if it is good or not, it's up to you to decide
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'It's okay' , you said. But deep inside you don't really mean it. 'I love you being my friend', you said again. I once believed it. Yet, it's fake.
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What must be done? To keep away all this fakeness? C'mon, think . I can't think of anything. My mind's fucked up
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You say good things, yet you thought of bad things. Isn't it awful? Don't you even realize it? Isn't it tiring, acting innocent? Faking smiles?
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I'm tired of being your friend. You drain me up. I regret everything. You are just hypocrite. What a rusted friendship. What a wasted hardship.
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Maybe I once loved you, but not anymore. False friends are worse than bitter enemies. I realized that. Sorry but goodbye.
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Poetry'Hates, Loves, Happiness'. What are those things? For some people, it is feelings. But not for the other part of people. For them, it is nothing. . HIGHEST #7 in fakers
