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Dieing
Sitting here now, watching you two become close, close like we once were, I find myself wondering what I did wrong to split us apart that he's apparently done right to bring you together. You're happy though, you smiling, so I can't talk to you about it. I'll have to sit and watch. No longer the friend I once was. However, your happiness is most important so I can't tell you how I feel and how it kills me a little more each time to see these things and remember the way it felt. I want to speak up. Tell you how I feel, but I don’t want to chance hurting you. What can I do? It's eating away at me but I can do nothing about it. Maybe, just maybe, I'll let it drive me crazy. For then, and only then will I be free of this torment my heart, soul, and mind are being put through.
