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She will remain
anonymous, only in this poem But in my head she roars like a famous fire Secrets she can’t keep Friends she changes like underwear No one matters but herself She doesn’t think of how her actions will make others feel She just acts on spur of the moment idiotism She doesn’t care she doesn’t know She denies everything and then gets angry when I give her an “example” She's friends with people I can’t stand Preppy, flirty girls and sadly she's one of them She’s not herself, although she’s always got on my nerves Maybe our friendship is over, maybe it’s just begun But what about so many Saturdays spent at the mall? Saturday nights at local hockey games? Friday night sleepovers? Intense conversations, silly conversations, serious conversations? Was it all for nothing? Looks like she just threw it all down the drain Goodbye, anonymous girl and good luck. Seems like you’ll need it. |
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