Friends? Yeah, right., by Rachel
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The word "Friend"
Cuts me like a knife
The more you want to use it
Doesn't make it more alright
Every time you're near
I want to hold you close to me
Just like every time you use that word
It makes it hard to breathe |
Posted: 2006-03-07 22:39:01 UTC |
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2009-10-26 02:53:28 | ~Angela~ |
OK.thats some poem.now 4 real-ok poem.i like it. |
2009-10-26 20:13:58 | ~Angela~ |
I HAD A FRIEND NAMED RACHEL,AND SHE DOESNT ACT LIKE MY FRIEND ANYMORE.SO,WHATEVER |