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I've never felt this empty,
this hollow,
this unfree.
Never has my heart been broken
like it was a fragile piece of glass.
Friends are there for each other
together till the end.
I guess this is our end,
one of us leaves the stage,
the other stands alone in the spotlight
afraid of the comments to be made.
I have not lost just one
but two of my best friends,
so much for friends being there
forever till the end.
I am not one to talk though,
for I am turning my back too,
hopefully it'll make the pain go away
and make the aches less fierce.
I feel like a piece of me has died,
I am not whole any more,
I am split into halfs and thirds
maybe even quarters or more.
Each of my best friends
rules a piece of my heart,
and each of them
has the power to tear it apart.
My heart is torn to shreds,
because of my love for you,
forever till the end.