Crush

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By MrsPeterson •

Why do you make fun of me Why do you glare What is so funnny What is there to see We used to be friends What changed All just because we like the same guy And he chose me Your mad Now you call me a slut I'm sorry he didn't choose you I wouldn't of been jealous I would of been happy for you Sorry it had to be this way I lost my best friend Over an easily replaceable crush

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