FRIENDS

by Jeanna   Jan 31, 2006


They hate each other.
They talk about each other.
It all happened one Saturday night.
It wasn't very bright for them to do.
Then they said it I blew.
I told them the next day.
They hated each other.
And I hate them for talking about them, but it doesn't matter.
I'm friends with the good people.

Misty & Briana I'll be there for you no matter what Nicole and Katie say.
~Jeanna~

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