There's this girl. She was a friend. Well, I thought she was a friend. Until I realized everything she told me was a lie. A colossal lie. I trusted her, defended her, stayed up at night worrying and trying to do something to help her, anything. At some point. I don't know when but I realized she was lying but even then I stayed and protected her. I thought that maybe there was a reason she was lying, maybe she felt that she needed to compete with our sad lives to get heard. I was wrong. I was just imagining a person that doesn't exist. I wanted to believe there was good somewhere, that there was something that can justify all things we had to do including getting hurt to help her.
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Poetrythis book is kind of like my little journal where I just write all about my feelings in poems. I just want to tell you that most content in this book can be perceived by me being extremely sad. I want to assure that I am not and that I am just bett...
