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she would also make mistakes

she was bullied once and became insecure about her looks, even though she was lied to
she tried her best to belong
when she spoke she sounded sophisticated, but would concede that she wasn't smart
the three of us were friends, and we loved her, and eventually she made closer friends who she grew and changed a little more with
you both remind me of each other
I had a hatred in my being that I didn't want her to have too, it wouldn't have been the best for her. The three of us became the two of them, the last friends I made...before you came along; if you would call yourself my friend.