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blue is his favorite color
and now he is gone
it was something we both agreed upon
He said "it was always about you"
I sat there silently and listened
as he blamed me for things
that went wrong in his life
He said "even if you hate me"
I asked him to stop saying those words
I told him the truth of the matter
and then we came to an impasse.
"What is best for you?" I asked
one of two things
"Will you be my friend?" I asked
We parted teary eyed.
Blue is his favorite color
and now he is gone
we said that we will still be friends
it is something we both agreed upon
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Funny after you stay friends that the other person acts like there was never a relationship at all. I experienced this and would cry silently at home in my bed, wishing for the past to return.
