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The words have gotten harsher,

The conversation has gone hostile.

What has happened to us.

From smiles and laughs.

To cursing and yelling.

You used to be one of my best friends.

But now I sit and feel bile in my stomach,

When your name is mentioned.

All I wanted was our friendship back.

But instead i’m getting yelled at for caring.

But I haven’t written for awhile.

And all your doing is helping.

So thank you for fucking me up just enough.

to knock this poem out.