I say that it's a restriction.
And that really is true.
But sometimes I fear.
It's fun for only me and you.
I see my friends change suddenly.
After they gain a significant other.
Leaving me and the rest behind.
As if we were temporary shelter.
I hate it so much.
But I'm scared if I say anything.
That I lose them even more.
And they'll leave me behind with everything.
And I have one question.
Why is it when it ends,
You come running to us,
And we have your back again?
I fear it'll turn out like that.
And I turn into what I hate.
But they can't be upset.
When they made our friendship wait.
-More to come...
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TheNerdanionMirror's Book Of Death
RandomKind of like a diary. I just write whatever I wanna write. Could be 2 letters to a billion pages long. Doesn't matter. Beware of depressed shit and just overall confusion and randomness. (Cover created by @toepnav1)
