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J27
He danced with his loneliness while they looked down on him. He loved them but held onto all those horrible things they said. He thought who do they think are; what gives them the right to think, they could talk to him that way.
He was always respectful minded his mouth. He didn't get involved hed provide a solution but it just lead to more problems. Sad and disturbed by the harsh reality. He seen them ***** ppl only a matter of time till he took the knife of betrayal.
 Mar 2021 Abbie Victoria
Mistry
Because of you I hurt another
Who could have been my first true lover
Hello poetry, did you talk to God today
or were you burdened with the world?
did you take some time to pray
as the day progressed,  unfurled?
Did you thank Him for your blessings
and for another day of life?
or were you full of second guessing
brought about with weary strife.
Did you say hello to strangers
or comfort those in sorrow
with no worry of fearsome dangers
but filled with hope of our tomorrow?
Did the thought of God prevail
did you remember to be humble
or did some troubled thoughts assail
to make you halt or quickly stumble?
Hello poetry, did you say hello to Him
and to His precious son that came?
to forgive us all from our sin
and not remain ashamed.
If there's one thing I learned
in Physiology, it is that
one of the body's response
to pain is the Withdrawal Reflex
wherein the body moves
away from the source of the pain.

You know, when my professor
discussed that, I,
I immediately thought of you,
of us,

of how sudden you dissppeared in my life.

I always thought
I was the one with
the tendancy to leave
without a trace,

I was wrong.
You always prove me wrong.

I still have my gift for you
for the past two Christmas.
It's untouched.
It's still wrapped in your memories.
It's waiting for you.

I wish I could say the same
about myself,
but I would be lying.

This heart has fingerprints all over,
and they're not yours.
It has a new veil and it's the color
of the purest snow,
and though it's waiting,
it's not waiting for you to come back.
Hi Rabbit.
I67
His pens bleed emotions the page took in the emotions. He was unable to express himself they don't seem to understand. Use to being excluded for being different making witty remarks seen as weird.
He cared for all the wrong people all his expectations lead to disappointment. He didn't care for the hype anymore. It was the same old crap it got old.
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