Backwards

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Friends to enemies
The words you said
Enemies to friends
The way you touched my heart

Beauty to pain
When you left me
Pain to beauty
When you reached for my hand

It would paint a
Much more beautiful picture
If time went backwards
But it doesn't
In the end it's

Beauty to pain
Friends to enemies

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