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I pushed back my hair

Walked through the door

The dream I had was no more

Down my cheeks the tears then ran

Making me think of no pleasure

No pain

How could this be?

How did it happen?

For he is gone, and I can't get past him

He was my friend

Till the end

Now he is gone, no longer my friend?

I asked my self in the dark

Why did this happen?

When did it start?

Daring myself to make a move

The shadows came, to cover my bruise

The bruise on my heart left by him

U shall see it, never again.