in my eyes

in my eyes

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In life, you lose friends & you gain friends But mostly you gain friends. If you play your cards right. I've lost many friends along the way. But there was one friendship I couldn't forget. So here's the story. // Ive changed all the names, because it's my private life, but you'll still get the picture //
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