It seems friends that were,
Hoenstly, would rather prefer
To transfer me not to be anymore.
Maybe they think I'm a bore?
Am I really that much of a chore?
I think they'd rather close the door on this whore.
After all of this, I wish we were before.
How would you feel if your friend left you for dead?
I think I'd rather be hit in the head.
Or been hurt so much my heart bled.
Any shred of this friendship would be enough for me.
If I killed myself, I think they'd agree that we are done.
No more fun.
No more mother's son.
I'm sick of this confusion.
Was all of this an illusion?
I think we've come to the conclusion that this is a diffusion.
This is about my friends and I.
I think I really did put all of my feelings into this poem. And it makes me sad.
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Waazoo wants to eat you alive. [A journal]
I posted pictures from the first time I was on gaia, but now I'm using it more. I put down my stories, my experiences, just to clam me down more. Just to share it with you good people on gaia. xD
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