She said I was important.
But I guess she was lying because they all treat me like a mutant.
But I never felt the same when he came.
He was there when I needed my friends the most,
And he never treated me like he was just playing a game.
He was my shoulder, I leaned on him for support, like a post.
But I shall not trust.
For it was broken like a brittle crust.
-Ploys.
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Writer's Block.
PoetryGrammatically incorrect drabble and stuff that talks about bullshits like love, sadness and the likes. Some aren't mine, so, yeah. -Ploys
