You still remember how you used to sit together at lunch
You want to say hi, how are you?
but they've changed so much.
Their style, their friends, the way the way they act
the things you used to have in common, are gone
and it's time to face the facts.
Maybe, they never liked you
Maybe they thought you were odd
Or maybe it just used to be you two
You could be crazy, insanse, and completley mad
but if that were true
Then why does missing them feel so bad?
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Boredom is a Disease
PoetryBoredom is a plague. Boredom is a disease. Boredom is contagious. It latches onto the most vulnerable of us. The ones who spend nights alone. The ones who's minds are already riddled with depression. The ones who can't escape, and have no desire to...
