His jersey, hanging around your shoulders,
Aftershave seeping from its pores
Him labeling you as his
The school years continues
You fall apart
Busy in your own
You with theater and yearbook
Him only with the game
Seeing each-other during lunch
Soon small things break
Causing little fights
Pulling at the seams
At last the threads break
Promising to be friends
You finally say ado
All this time a
Lie
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