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So I've been 15 for a month.
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I don't really know what I'm supposed to do when a girl walks past me in the hallways and we used to be such friends. She was innocent. I was clueless, and now she has hardly any hair left because she's dyed it so much and probably doesn't think about me at all.
I don't really know what I'm supposed to feel when I see boys who I used to talk to so much, boys who now just don't care about talking, only doing, which makes me sad because it's like the person they used to be doesn't exist anymore.
I'm sorry I expected more from these people.
YOU ARE READING
muse
Poetry" because sometimes at night i like to muse, and maybe i could write these thoughts down "
