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She is known as a frenemy

Always sitting next to me

How obvious can I be?

She truly can’t see


I sit there with a tight lip

As I try to get a grip

My hatred of this friendship

Is about to slip


Hidden underneath my kindness

Is my true desire to rewind this

Friendship that could have been bliss

Has turned into a miss

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