My Fault
What did friends offer?
Except talking talking
I'm deeply, really suffer
My heart is sadly shaking
There was time to judge
Who was a fake or pure?
Until we reached the edge
No friendship for sure
The real life is fancy
Nobody is trusty in reality
Friendship has no policy
May be I'm only faulty
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