Poems with Pain

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We have this thing they called love.
Unlucky me, I feel it to my bestfriend;
My bestfriend that just love me as a friend,
A friend that will never be into sweethearts.

I used to hang out with you,
But things changed when you met her.
Her who loves you.
Hey, am I not enough?

Oh, I forgot,

You just see me as your friend.

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