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Sitting there under the tree,
I wondered why I still loved her,
I was cheated upon,
Again and again and again and again,
Yet I couldn’t hate her.

My best friend sitting next to me told me she wasn’t worth it,
That all this time it was just me,
Asking and crying for love.

She told me I needed to find someone better,
She told me that I will,
And on that I could bet her,
But it’s easy to be said than done,
I’d rather kill myself with a gun.

I wondered how my best friend was so sure,
Was she the cure?

This is what I learnt about love that day,
It just needs to be felt,
Like I did,
That day under the tree once again,
With my best friend.

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