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They were two.

Two friends,

or so that's how it always begins.

But their feelings began to grow.

They tried so hard to suppress them, so the other wouldn't know.

But it was clear that when they were with each other they had some kind of glow.

Their conversations would last hours.

Words would just flow.

They loved each other,

but their feelings were never to show,

so they remained as just friends.

Hoping their feelings would come to an end,

for the meantime, they just pretend.

Because just being friends is better, than ending up with two broken hearts that would take so long to mend.

They would never confess, in fear of the things they can't apprehend.

"I hope the way we are now never reaches an end."

Because they're just two friends,

never to be one with the other.

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