...at fault for the things said.
A friend told the truth is like
a knife all but sped.
In style and manner I spake my will.
In order to have my thoughts
and opinions to flood his mind Ill.
The truth spoke like a blade at heart.
A friendship ripped...solely on negligence
and mistrust...totally appart.
I spake again.. my truht onto him.
For what purpose to end...
for with him life is pale at the trim.
A cheer i attemp to place upon his soul.
Violence and anger are what met,
and his stare met mine.. hate and cold.
Alas I spake again.. to my dismay be.
His own undoing of the friendship
and see...what shame he's brought
to his own Company.
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