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a poem about a friend from an old memory

i wanna be angry

 i wanna be mad

i want you to leave her

but that'd be bad

i see that you love her she love's you to you leaving

her'd be the worst thing to do

she make's you happy that much seems true  

   i want to be angry

i want to be mad

but if she make's you happy

i'll pretend i'm not sad 

i can't really be angry

can't possibly be mad

she had you first

but i fell and thats my bad   

Author's Note

ignore all grammer