F E I G N
I tried my best,
To become your friend.
But you were just like the rest,
you became a fiend.
After I turn my back,
You start to attack.
I never saw this coming.
You were always good in hiding.
I question myself,
How did we become like this?
And then I perceived,
We were always amiss.
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Tragic | poetry
Poetry❝She never cried, never uttered a word. Only her eyes spoke. Big, tragic eyes.❞
