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walking with hands clasped together tight,
together nothing is hard to fight,
friendship forever it would seem, but the thoughts of that might be a dream,
nerves begin to ignite against the small annoyance of trust,
once was a clean shining metal now starts to rust,
think of them now no longer brings a smile,
beginning to hate everything even your own style,
confusion setting in to why this happened to begin,
now its a competition to see who will win,
a big fight happens fueling each small bit,
the end result is muted unfriended sick of bullshit.