Once.

by Kylee   Jun 2, 2007


Once, you were my sheild and my healer.
Now, you have struck me with pain.
Once, I could tell you anything.
Now, I refrain.

Once, you help meant the world.
Now, I have lost all respect.
Once, you were the only one I needed.
Now, our friendship is wrecked.

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