((Alas, I am smuthered with boredness. So, another Poem!!!))
I don't have my friends,
No, they're in different lands.
Even though I've written letters,
I haven't heard back.
And when I call them on the phone,
They are either not there,
or have no time to spare.
I miss my friends,
But you know how it ends.
((these poems that I am posting are poems that I wrote in a summer girl's art program.))
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The Lies She Wrote
Lost within the deep confines of her mind, the girl wrote about her life as best she could. Despite the fact that over half of what she wrote was a total and complete lie. [no, that doesn't apply to me...]
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