This is another poem I wrote for a friend before I moved.
Although you're not my best friend
I hate to see our friendship end
We always had fight after fight
No one ever knew who was right
There were also some good times too
Soon I'll be gone and won't know what to do
Anyway, I'm sorry about Anthony (the jerk)
I guess three months for him was enough work
Don't worry about the loser, he's not worth it
I shouldn't be talking, I've gone through the same shit
One more day closer to moving goes by
And everyone sits and wonders why
Why I have to move away. Why does it have to be?
Why does this tragedy have to happen to me?
No matter what I will still care about you
Even if there is nothing I can do
8 years ago
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