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Seven Poems

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funkylime123

Published: Jun 16, 2013

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1. Fairytales are stupid.
   Give me something to believe in

2. Friendship sucks.
   So unfortunate
    you always
   forget me

3. He left again.
    Packed up bags
    But no goodbyes

4. I'm sick of living in constant fear.
    So afraid to cry
    I smile

5. A stranger on the train asked me if I was okay yesterday.
   beautiful stranger
    I'm not worth it

6. Why I'm doing this
   These poems are more like reasons.

7. Well, I'm finally giving up.
    Say goodbye to mama for me.

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I don't know what's getting me into this depressing poem funk, but I can't seem to stop. Hm. I don't feel sad though.

Anyways, let's not worry about that right now. Hope you enjoyed this poem, it was just a quick little thing I thought up.

Have a nice day!