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My Dearest FriendHe turned his back and walked on me, Nothing to say, he walked away. My dearest friend was a brother to me, We've grown together, day by day. I still recall when we sat to talk, he was trying to explain. But his mask had fallen, I'm in terrible pain. He was trying another mask, he was doing the usual task: To make me think that I'm wrong again. I never thought that he could be like this: To have all the darkness in his chest, Black hearted, yet how clever he is, To hide the evil in his eye, My dearest friend has turned out to be a lie. I cried like a sinner on his first day in hell, I felt so weak like a snail torn out of his shell. I need a friend to hold my hand, to talk to me, to understand. I need a shoulder to lay my head, I need a heart, I need a friend. I need a friend and I need to know, Am I dreaming or this could be true? Copyright ©2003 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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