There was a boy walking down the path.
He walked and looked at the sun.
It is hot," he said.
And at the same time it is warm.
Not much of interest, said the boy.
But one frost can lift the spirits.
In tears, the boy goes to his friends to tell them of his trouble.
He has just been pranked, and he cries.
Poor boy is crying
He felt the gulf between his friends and himself
He was cold and hot at the same time
The boy didn't know what to do.
These tender feelings are so vulnerable.
These feelings he shared with his friends.
He was so disappointed in those friends.
He cried a lot at night, but he endured.
The next Friday of the seventh cycle.
His friends started bullying him again.
He couldn't stand it and asked them to stop.
But they only pressured him.
The boy's trust in them was shattered.
Friendship feelings were simply destroyed.
As if friends were enemies.
And an enemy is your friend.
He began to look for help, but he never found it.
He wrote letters, but no answers came.
Took the boy gun
He took the gun and shot himself crying.
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My universe-Poems.
PoetryHumans is so clever that he deceives himself under the influence of feelings. Feelings are good, but you have to keep a balance, otherwise you will lose control over everything.
