she is the natiest, smelliest bitch on planet earth
and i called her my best friend in high school
from bullying me,
to stealing from me,
to using me
draining me,
the list goes on,
going to trainyards,
and i forgot the girl works there
believe me,
what she did to me was ugly,
but also on the outside,
you would barf just a little just by looking at her ugly face and greasy and stringy hair
she tried to be friends with me again,
little does she know shes's dead to me and been dead to me
i look at her in disgusts
how can i let myself carry her throughout high school when she didn't even have my back once?
this isn't a mean girl
this is more than that
she's literally the devil in disguise
fuck her,
karma is a bitch and it never misses anyone
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secrets i've kept hidden (a poetry story)
Poetryi have secrets, we have secrets, you and i, we were made of glass friends aren't really your friend, family isn't always blood the demon fucking with my head here's my story
