As I get older I start to realize more and more that everyone I thought would be here, isn't going to be here.
Everyone I depended on, left me when I needed them the most.
Everyone I loved , we're talking behind my back...
I was ALWAYS everyone's second choice.
Everyone stabbed me.
Everyone betrayed me.
Everyone Left.
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Poems of Life && Shit
PoetryLife's difficult... We all know that. We've all been downhill before well I had to put it into words.
