Poem #12
I want to cry.
My voice is breaking.
My friends are saying goodbye.
Time is what life's taking.
One day, I'll never see them again.
All of my closest of friends.
They'll be, oh so, happy.
And forget about me.
While I'm lifelessly in the corner.
And the news is broadcasting the horror.
-More to come...
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