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Oct 2014
What do I have?
nothing,
the facade of my friendship
is something that people mistake for vibes that I can't produce,
I was build to be quirky and weird,
to have relationships that never last,
friends that,
"lose contact with me"
my life has always been secretly eating away at my ego,
it's been hard,
I've been teased,
pressured,
loved,
hated,
and every emotion in between is something I feel on a daily bases,
it's sad but true,

People say that true friends are forever friends,
but I guess I haven't meet a whole lot of them,

my
"friends"
nice to me cause I said hi or lent them a dollar or two,
is that true friendship?
or is a true bond created with time?
where are the friends that said they would "keep in touch"
they had time,
but they moved away,
gone with the wind,
just like the feelings of hate, love, anxiety, and the memories...
The memories of the love I would wake up to in the morning,
and the sorrow I would use to cry myself to sleep with,
and if it ever came back to bite me,
then it would know that there is nothing there,
just a empty shell of a man that once lived a life worth living,
He is now a withered away soul bound to land of living,
so he has to relive the pain, of not being able to walk away,
the sights of love, and the loss and heartbreak,
this man feels hatred and sadness,
he is alone,
he feel nothing now,
so i'll ask you again,
what do I have?
Written by
Harley Derrickson  Honolulu, Hawaii
(Honolulu, Hawaii)   
680
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