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Eleven years, eleven candles. A thousand inside jokes, a thousand laughs. Phases of boys, late night talks. A few fights and a few crying nights. Eleven years of blowing out a candle Eleven of them blown out with you. Ten things said Nine times of tears Eight regrets Seven severed ties Six heart breaking lies Five and four I don't know what to say Because three hurt anyways. Two wasn't something I knew I did. While one was a lost best friend. This is too the eleven years you were there. Hurts that you never made seventeen. Unfair.
