And you know what hurts the most?
We were friends. Oh God, we were friends.
YOU ARE READING
I Give Up
PoetryThis is the story of how you hurt me. It starts with you, and that girl who broke your heart. When she left, off you went-walking around, trying to figure things out. It starts with me, and that boy who broke mine. When he left, I lost all my color...
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And you know what hurts the most?
We were friends. Oh God, we were friends.
