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Jul 2018
The tears won't stop
I can hardly see
I don't understand
Where I am
Or what I'm doing there
It takes a few minutes
To realise
That my best friend
Didn't just die
Bc I have no friends
It takes a little while
To realise
That I'm in
My bedroom
And not in
The streets
Of Chicago
I miss my friend
And I miss
That family
But they're
Not real
For it was only
A book
And not reality
I read a lot and get transported into the world's and everytime a book ends it feels like a piece of me is missing.  I hope you like the poem.
Charlie Black
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Charlie Black  17/Gender Fluid/Idk yet
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