I don't like returning to my old school
The sweet memories have rotted
After I've see the true colors of these people
Who I once called my friendsI can still taste the anxiety I would get, going there everyday
But the good memories-
The ones I want to remember
Just Make the rotted ones worseA liquorish sweet taste that taunts my tongue if what could have been.
Like rotten fruit.My old self has rotted too.
That was their fault
I swear
I wasn't like this before
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Words that I won't share with anyone
PoetryI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...