Funny how she would smile, patting you on the back,saying praises of congrats,praying for your success,saying she wishes you the best but even more humorous was that all it took was one eye roll to put me at unrest,one tight smile for me to start spining like a drunk bottle on a Friday night as sirens rung inside my head,one really funny inside joke that left me on the outskirts of the outside having trouble hitch-hiking a ride. Dont know why I have such a hard time letting go...
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The Dysfunctional Series-Poems
PoetryLife can be distant, misunderstood, lacking a certian kind of mood so striding along like the walls are not closing in and shadows creeping in can be difficult almost impossible.This is the Dysfunctional Series.
