Now it is time to talk,
I can't do this anymore, this feeling,
I need to get it out Mr. Hawk,
I feel as if shit has hit the ceiling.
Every time I get a chance,
There is always an interruption,
No longer can I do this dance,
You have tainted my heart, corruption,
I do not know why I feel this way,
Happy yet sad at the same time,
Through my actions and my words, I convey,
Hoping you would make me feel sublime,
Some day soon we shall converse,
Back as friends stronger than ever,
Wishing to never fall again to this curse,
Hoping, our friendship, we do not sever.
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