They come and go.
Some stay.
Some just forget you.
They are amazing people.
Always helping you.
Well some.
But I don't have friends.
I have have family.
Its cliché.
But its true.
Friends.
They just bring back memories.
Good and bad.
Nostalgia.
Friends.
Strangers who are close.
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All Fall Down
PoesíaThoughts of teenager. Its what makes us who we are. Poetry with a deep meaning. **copyrights** •Kimenthagovender•
