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Friends

You talk to me,
Like we're friends,
But are we really?
I'm not quite sure,
What you mean,
When you say these things to me.

Get it through your head,
That you aren't getting me,
Get it in your mind,
And be happy for what you've got,
Understand,
That we're just friends,
And we're nothing else.
Written by NoMoreLove (Golden Bird)
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