Poem 2

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         - Dedicated to my dearest best friend of one whole year -

give omens that bring bad luck,

was that a fault or by default?

maybe you just don't like my friends,

i knew shit you hadn't seen

wish you wouldn't intervene

compare my skin to paper

hope you don't regret it later

you don't like me, you don't trust me,

not my fault everyone thinks you're crazy

if I stay with you I might be crazy too

now its over, what will you do?


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