| I used to think that I was special. Your one true friend. Oh how wrong was I. Now I know not whether you speak of truth or lies. How far have those lies gone. What is true now? Am I so bad, you have to lie to keep me abay? Are words too difficult to say? Will not a simple "no" suffice? You hurt me bad, my friend. But then again that matters not no more. I used to think that I was special. I used to think I was your friend. Now I know, I never was. |
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"Dance as if no one were watching. Sing as if no one were listening
and live every day as if it were your last."
(An Irish Toast)