Goodbye,
Melodies and memories fade in and out. Middle school and high school, disgust me now. Seeing the preteens and teens think of themselves as kings and queens, while there were others with low self-esteem and imaginative dreams. They face the cold truth one day, popularity won't save them and their titles won't mean anything later on in life.
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YOU ARE READING
Hello, Goodbye
PoetryThese are notes to the ones I saw, but never spoke to. To the ones I lost and never found- to all the ones who need this. To all the ones who feel the same way as I do. This is for you, not me.
