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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Hannah 2

I thought she was my best friend
The best I ever had
Instead I found the truth
And what I learned was sad

We still call each other friends
But I feel we'er far apart
Though we see each other every day
I have a broken heart

She has made new friends
And I have made some, too
We are talking less and less
And inside I am cold and blue

Each and every night I pray
That she will finally see
How much I want our friend ship back
And how much she means to me