I'll never know what it's like to have that one friend
That one friend that is there for me
I don't know how
I'm to scared
I miss you
I won't admit it to your face
But I miss you
Some days I hate you and wonder why
But most I want to hug you and thank you
I hope on the first day of school you see me and hug me without me even saying anything
I miss being your friend
I hate that it messed up for the reason that it did
I let my feelings get ahead of myself
I'm sorry
I'll leave now
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Poetry and Thoughts
Poetrythings I think and write, no reason to be. some have meaning, most don't.
