The friendship cross

by sharona   Jan 16, 2007


At first you were the friend I've always wanted but then friendship was worse than haunted. My fear of never having you as a friend again came true for you to hate me and me to hate you so now that that relationship is lost its time for me to throw away that broken cross. Bye to you now my enemy as we now become more than free.

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