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my heart broke
when i showed you my poetry,
the deepest part of me,
and all you had to say was "it's okay."

my heart breaks
every time you come home
and spend all your time with her.
have you forgotten i am here?

my heart is broken
knowing that you will always
choose her over me
because this is how friendships end
- losing my best friend to my sister

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