Most of my friends... jabbing me with knives of pain like if they were disecting a frog.
Some of my friends... realised me and my feelings.
Most of my friends... throwing me into a pit of embarrassment, so deep no one knew i was crying.
Some of my friends... stood up to the few friends who were tormenting me.
Most of my friends... emotionless as they stared down at me like an old rusty 1p coin, almost camoflague in the mud and rust which covered my skin.
Some of my friends... noticed this sadness and took their time to make me feel better.
My friends... go into two halves. I prefer the light... rather than the dark.
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I plan to write my sadness and acasional happy moments in this journal.
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