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I guess we can say
The beginning of our end
Was when high school started
And I didn't need to defend
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You came back from break
But not as scrawny or weak
Girls were suddenly seeing you
I was already getting bleak
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Because see the tables turned
You became someone people saw
And I was your quiet friend
It was weird by social law
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Yet still you stuck with me
You sat by my sad table
Even when you could be king
You refused that lable
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But the seeds were laid
And the cracks would appear
The next few memories
Was adding fire to my fear
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YOU ARE READING
Put it on my Tombstone
Poetry"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not...
