She had few friend
But the ones she had were true
Until that cursed day
When her whole world turned blue
17 was a cursed number
Espeially in November
And on that day her world turned blue
They started fighting over the phone
Calling and hanging up
Tears soaked he clothing
All because he made her world turn blue
He batrayed her friendship
That lasted for many years
And now that he's gone
She thought
Her world we be blue forever
Months passed wothout a glance
Until they had to sit next to eachother
Hello he said
But they ignored eachother
For weeks more there was no talking
Until the 18 of April
HAPPY BIRTHDAY! he cried
as her face welled in tears
I'm sorry i hurt you
For you are my best friend.
For hours more they talked
And exchanged stories
But the one he liked most
Was the day her world turned blue.
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