I was in the 5th grade when we met. I knew that I shouldn't be friends with you. I told my mom that I wasn't sure that I wanted to be friends with you. She thought it was because you where younger then me. No it was because you brought people down. I should have known I was your next victim. Well I have been for 3 years now. Why can't I stand up for myself better? I while back I mustered up to courage to stop being your friend. Somehow I am back again. In your harmful hands. But I am not staying this time. I can't bare to stay. I wish it was different. I would say sorry but I don't feel sorry anymore. I think I deserve this.
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RandomWhen it comes to my head i type it down. These are the thoughts and how I feel that come to my mind. Please respect them
