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Tiring day.
I spent all day in a perpetual state of shock.
A friend of mine ran away from home.
She left a note and took her car.
She had an argument with her mother.
And then packed her stuff and left.
And even though we fall out.
I'm still worried about you.
I have some of the best memories of us,
Dancing about the studio to our demo tracks.
Watching you fling yourself about a stage with your Bass.
Lis I hope your alright.
Where every you have gone.

I know we argued.
I know we ended up telling each other;
"I fucking hate you."
And then doors slammed.
Bands ended.
Music stopped.

But I still worry about you.
I still miss you.
I miss how you used to cheer me up every fucking morning.
We got off the bus and went behind the PE department.
Smoked a ciggie.
Then went to form class.
Went to classes.
Survived though to lunch.
Went down the village for lunch.
Smoked some more XD

Then there was the panto.
Some of the fondest memories of my time.
And I know we burnt bridges.
We both burnt them.
I should have forgiven you.
You shouldn't have believed what you were told.
But rumors were rumors.
And they take on a meaning.
Even if they are not real.

I hope your ok.
Where ever you are.
You know if you were in trouble.
I would still help you.
Ties of friendship are harder to cut than we think.
Strange how no matter how much someone hurts you.
If you really care about them.
You find it doesn't matter.

So why do I feel like shit then?