I sit...as I realize.....my friends...well the people I used to call friends....they are drifting away... slowly....we barley talk...how am I suppose to act about this... am I suppose to be sad...? Or act like I don't care...Or act like it means the world....to me...
I'm tired of not having friends...but I know... I know if I was in public school...and had people I called friends...they'd be fake....how am I suppose to deal with that...?
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Our Mighty Unspoken Words
PoetryThere's all these different mighty words, all across the world, and so many are left unspoken, and left in our brains, for us to dwell on, and think on. ·230 in Poetry 6\24\17 ·195 in Poetry 6/26/17 i made this when i was 14 and i wrote up until 201...
