(A poem from a teenage girl)
My pretty friend from hell
Still has a thing for you, I can tell
Teasing me and taunting me
With her style as bitch as she
My pretty friend from hell
Coming back again and again
Haunting me in my dreams
She'll never stop, it seems
My pretty friend from hell
How I wish I could kill her
And let her proud self know
That you never really loved her so!
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