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My Friend
written by TowelytheThing10:55 PM 5/26/04Everybody believes...
That I am not real.
True to no ones eyes.
And haunts nobody's head.
What is real.
Is how I deal.
I cannot take it anymore.
You need to know better.
My friend,
He is.
The only one true.
To believe I am visable.
More than meets the eye.
Something for me to cry.
A tear go down.
My friend is real.
It's so surreal.
I can't believe it's happening.
I looked at my hands.
Fading away.
Dissapearing.
And look to you.
Never reaching the end.
I am not real.
My friend,
We are both dead. |
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me and Seth really feel this way-but NOBODY well maybe one friend believes that he's real in 119 it sucks...cos Seth is real-not even the guy well in my eyes believes that he is my boyfriend (Seth and the guy I like that is) [ View TowelytheThing's Profile ] [ Go to the Poetry Portal ] This Poem has been viewed 403 times The Author of this poem has disabled comments
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