There are memories that I treasure,
The ones when we were once friends.
The time we didn't have a care in the world,
The time when everything seemed right.
Now this time, things seem weird.
It is like talking to a stranger.
Why shoud I be kind to you?
After all the things you did to me.
All I can do now is let go,
And treasure the good memories.
Treasure the fun times we had together.
All the good times we had,
I will keep them as my treasured memories.
Even if we are never friends again,
At least I'll treasure the good memories and not the bad.













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