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Nov 2018
Everyone leaves
Whether by choice or necessity
Everyone ends up leaving

First, it was my father
He left for drugs
He burnt the strings connecting us with the same lighter that he used to smoke the drugs
He ruined a nine-year-old’s trust
What a young age to stop trusting people

Then it was my grandfather
January 12th will be a date forever burnt in the back of my mind
The day my world came crashing down
I lost my absolute best friend
The worst day of my life

Who will be next I wonder
Who will leave
Who will get sick of me?
Written by
A Broken Poet  16/F
(16/F)   
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     Bogdan Dragos and JaxSpade
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