13,
That is the age when she was when introduced to her
Best friend,
Advice giver,
Branch on her support system,
But most importantly her killer.
The moment she told her name,
Nothing more was thought of it.
"My name is Ana"
Oh what a fool she was.
Soon Ana had captured the clueless teenage girl,
Who had no idea what this would spiral into.
Yes,
Ana said she would be there for her,
But she never said it would be in a good way.
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Sad Poems For A Sad Girl
PoetryComplaining too much is my specialty. These rants are completely pointless.