i worked at urban behavior that summer and made what i thought to be my friends
she wasn't the brighest,
very strange,
but she was kind and i liked her as a person
i liked being around her and making memories with her for the last 2 years
something out of the ordinary came and it confused me
i was dropped and used,
she walks by me and didn't even acknowledge me
the fakeness right infront of me surpised me,
espically coming from her when we both know who was the better friend in this situation
i'm always let down but a lesson learnt each time
falling down the steps,
each step it's a lesson
and this one hurt
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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
