breaking friendships.

Tears run down my face.

I realize we have separated.

No longer best friends.

Fights broke out.

We ended as losers not winners.

I no longer have you to dry my eyes.

To laugh so hard our stomachs hurt.

Instead of me you got him.

You told him every last secret about me.

You laughed as he joked about me.

Maybe I'm just the loser after all.

The End

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