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Take away all my joy, take away all my time

you used me abused me with my heart and mind.

What's the point in even being a friend,

if all you're going to do is hurt me in the end?

Did what you did and you crossed the line,

how you got by me that makes you are slime.

If you really cared about me you wouldn't of hurt me

now nothing can be the same and it can't be.

I can forgive you, but I can't forget

all the pain and sorrow I have met.

It seems in the end your the one who has losed,

how would you like to be the one being used?






Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written in 2002. A lot of previous best friends/friends have used me. I won't name them, but the count is up to three.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 3:34am
©27 June 2002 - 3:40am — singmoriah
14 September 2003 - 8:03pm — Stephen Michael Kellat (not verified)
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Forgiving is hard. Memories are hard to deal with. It is never easy at all.