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Well, this is designed to shock and surprise you. I hope to make people REALLY think. |
| Well, here are the issues:
My friends hate Jack... Who I am in love with... And put TWO of my friends through hell... And got away with it... Soon I'll be given an ultimatum... Between my friends... And another friend who's slave slut to Jack... There's been arguments over a mobile phone... And now they three/four people involved aren't speaking to each other, and to top that off, some girls from a neighbouring school mugged my friend and has so far gotten away with it. Words aren't coming easy, I've got a combination of depression and writers' block. But anyhoo, here's a poem I made earlier. The After Math Kissed my people behind, Isn't that nice?! It's not right, Don't you see I've lost my mind, Battled my demons-don't get me started. Got it back, with renewed spirit Rebuilt myself Adapted, And now begins the aftermath. In the short months It's been the philosophical, thriller type, Poor-girl, spiritual madness Only the survivors will understand. Now I plan no plan, Think all thoughts Processed no more Would you a guardian angel, My dearest friend Helped me through hell and beyond. This isn't romantism, This refuge, black spotsin my life Of the angsty teenager within my soul This is the aftermath after all. * Not my best, I know, but a poem is a poem. If you have any queries, you know how to contact me. See ya later... hh hh |
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