I have this one friend. She's my wall, but my wall is breaking. I'm having a hard time putting it back together. She's closed, everything is breaking on the inside. I have no way to get in. She's always snappy and sad. She's not supposed to be like this. She is supposed to smile with her eyes not stare coldly into mine. She's supposed to hold me and let me cry, no push me away. We're supposed to talk till 4am on a school night. Not never text. My wall is breaking and it's breaking me.
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Memories
PoetryThis is probably just gonna be a book full of sad memories to look back on my life. Like a journal that I post for everyone to read.
