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broken dreams and broken promises2013

February 8, 2013

AS he walks by my window yet again like a peacock with his bulge on show on his moobile fone in his hand as he struts up the street with his biggorted friend in tow as they goe on there way as his sent of freash cream cakes comes my way as i sit there and think he was supposed to my friend why did he betray me on that day so many years ago now but he dont look my way with eyes to the front and then there gone untill yet again he will walk by the window again as i think why do you bother when you could so easley walk annother way after all you no longer think of me in that way or so you say as like a rose our frienship diyed and as it went to its grave all that time ago but it still hurts you know that once he was my friend

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