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Sing in me Muse,
And through me tell the story
Of a girl, who slowly changed who she was
And ended up being betrayed by her best
friend.
This is her story...
Day by day, I thought of
Long, curly, black hair--
better than mine.
Dark brown eyes,
but--
we look alike.
Book after book--
time flies by.
We don't read the same,
but--
we think alike.
You have a million things crossing your mind.time, money, bills, and schooling.So many things that you have to keep track of.As soon as you lose grip you're losing sight of.
This is why we fight all of the time:
You and I, we're the same
Stubborn, foolish, a little selfish
But most importantly, we both need to be right.
All. Of. The. Time.
