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It's 3 am and he's fast asleep

While she's falling apart

Feeling like she may drown

In the ocean of her tears

I wish I had a best friend who considered me her best friend too and we would call and text each other 24/7 and hang out like all the time we would be inseparable but why would someone want to be friends with some trash like me

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