it's six thirty two
and i'm dropping off your cd's
and your books
and the last remainders of our friendship
i'm waiting for the tears
and the hurt
and the fears
but i feel nothing
i lost a friend today
or
better yet
i lost one a long time ago
and today i stand
at the edge of the bridge
and watch as it burns
and i peel the car away
blaring the music louder
as i lose another
close to me
again

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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride