Friends

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"Friends"

We use to be so close

Text and call everyday

Hours on end

See each other every Sunday

Now I'm lucky if she responds to my texts

I always text first with no reply

Claims she's busy

But I'm not so sure

Could be lying

Right to my face

Can't she see I miss her

Sometimes I wonder

If she misses me

Can't she see

That I miss

My other half.

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