We used to be the best of friends
And talked until the end
Always went out late at night
But even that didn't suffice
A few months have passed
And everything seems to have passed so fast
We're no longer that close
And are no longer the best of bros
More months have passed so fast
And I wish to go back to the past
Because now we act like strangers
That are in the sea of dangers
Of our friendship breaking
That wasn't even in the making
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Literature
PoetryPoetry is what happens When your mind stops working, And for a moment, all you do is feel.
