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no lo hagas dos veces...

I know it was spiteful which is why I kept it to my blog. I was mad because you two had grown apart, and I was the only crack on Earth. I was mad because you seemed to want what you once had, back, but I knew it was too late. I was mad I was mad because all that relationships had done to my friends was lead them astray.

Don't make me choose between my friends because I'll turn my face and cross the road blind sided. You can say that all you read is the truth in that one post and that I'm an ass and that I chose my side when I wrote those words in the anger of standing in the battlefield trying to wave a small white flag, knowing that peace was nowhere to be found. You can close your eyes and forget all the times I sat there and talked to you. You can say that all my thoughts were lies, but let my words die in peace. I had no intention to hurt you or him. All my intentions were to sow a broken thread in my blanket of friends. Blame it on me, for trying to stick in there, when everyone else walked away, and didn't even say a word. Blame it on me, for saying one thing wrong, among the many right. Blame it on me every day of your life, but let my intention be known, and separate such intention from your interpretation, because I may have hurt you, but I did not have the intention to. I wanted my friends to be friends, that is all.

If there's one thing I can say, no lo hagas dos veces...

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