Mistake gone Wrong!

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trusted a friend way beyond...
tried to back in lowest of phase.
invested emotions and time.
spoke to him for hours when in pain.
gave in as much as i could.
was all in vain.
returned with a knife in my back!
assumptions were all they made.
Unconditional is what they faked..
Mistakes are made so one can learn..
i'll probably look back and laugh
and not regret cause these instances make you strong..
to face another storm in the long run!

Ting Tong!

Dear Friend,

Money is important to buy moments and not LIVE them.
but the best moements come FREE.
So money never mattered to ME
Lived. Loved And Danced all through the phase.
You wanted to buy emotions which no one can sell.
Hence i tell you your thoughts are worse than hell.

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