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Another friendship gone
<p>She looked innocent, too innocent. She was tall and slim and easy to make friends but none knew she was just pretending. She had planned it along. Her master plan is to divide people, destroying relationships because she had this envyness for unity.</p><p>Well, I thought I had a friend ,sister, I thought I could call her my external family. I didn't know who she was , I thought I knew her. She was just another person that loved the manipulation games. Spinning lies into reality just make herself feel better. Breaking people up just so she could be liked. She just wanted approvals from people that weren't even worth it.</p><p>She started with lies, but that wasn't enough for her, making every person around her turn against each other. A part of me do miss her tho, the happy times we shared, the times we stayed up late at night watching movies or just making noises in the hostel, laughing and acting up. The times we woke up every night to pray, holding hands praying for our future, praying for better jobs, ask God to help us do better and be better. Those were the best memories.</p><p>Things just can't go back to the way they were, words were said that can't be taken back, battle lines drawn and battle clothes worn, even the defense walls are up now. </p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>
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