Even though I'm with my friends,
I still feel alone.
Even though I may seem happy,
I am not.
I am alone inside and fake my happiness.
The only thing that makes me happy is the fact that everything dies.
Sooner or later...
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My Poems
PoesiaMy own poems that I made up. Please don't repeat them or use them. Update at random. I'll go up to 100 poems.
