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by Pamela   May 16, 2005


She can't trust her as a friend,
That's what she believes.
The pretend friend still
tries to take someone special,
the weak girl tries not to give in.
Someday she will pay,
For always getting her way.
When she was down,
the weak girl didn't help her up.
To me it seems wrong,
but to others it seems right.
She's done feeling like Ella,
She's not doing what they tell her.
The spell has broken,
But she still isn't free to take,
what has always
.deserved to be hers

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