He is sick of the names,
sick of the games.
He keeps up the smile,
it only lasts a while,
because believe me, sadness can run a mile.
He says that he is okay,
but that is all he needs to say,
before he fades away.
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PoEmS ThAt I maDe
PoetryThese are just random poems that I write when I am bored. They are probably shit but, yeah.
