My friend is such a mess.
Such, such a mess.
It makes me sad sometimes when I think about it.
That I'm the one she cares about, the one she loves.
The one she hurts.
That I was there when she was yelling at me, when she was freaking out at me, when she was screaming at me to get out, I stayed. I stayed there no matter what, even if in her drunken state
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