What would it be like if I had more friends?
What would my life be if felt more accepted in life?
. . .
How would my life be if I felt more loved?
Who knows.
But I can tell you that love hurts..
My friends hate me.
They like to call me stupid.
They like to call me annoying..
They tell me to shut up... . .
I hate that they're being mean to me..
But I have no other choice but to stay with them.
I have no other friends...
~Love~
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PoesíaThese are poems I keep in my personal notebook, so do not judge, and please enjoy! :)