in the end

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i thought that everything would be ok, that we'd be there for each other, through everything, like we always had.

i thought that when i was most alone i could always turn and you would be there for me to lean on.

i thought we'd never stop laughing and never stop having fun, even over the most simple of things.

you feel like i betrayed you, but i am the one left lonely, a void where our friednship used to be.