poem #11

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We all have that one friend
You would save her
Even if it means that you die
You would push her away
So the bullet hit your heart
You would build a whole castle for her
While she doesn't bother helping you
She would watch you burn and when you ask for help
She starts crying about her horrible life
You help her
You forget you're on fire
She just sits there
While you turn into ash just so she can say
that she has nobody anymore

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