(This is about my imaginary friend Bob....just saying lol, HEYYYY BOB!)
AISH!
I mean you just end up back where you started.
Together, broken
Forever, alone
Always, never.
I honestly don't undertsand.
I give up , you've broke what I thought what unbreakable.
Good job, old friend.
Old.
As in no longer.
Congrats,
You've destroyed me.
Built me up to Break me down right?
Glad your happy.
Have a good life alright?
Byes.
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Isabelle's Poetry Journal (a continuation of Homesick Angel)
PoetryMy name is Isabelle I am 15 years old (not my real age.) I am a "Homesick Angel" at least that's what I'm told I am called the people like me are called the people who are depressed suicidal empty numb those people they're just trying to go home T...
