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Talia Lewis Jul 2015
What happened to my best friend whose name I cannot tell.

She left me for a guy, she basically rang my bell.

She's so gone, I lost her never more to be seen

What ever happened to "we're too young to even look at a guy"

Who knows, but she left me for a dude, wow real crude

She broke another guys heart wow so rude

He's so depressed I think he's thinking of suicide

It's all her fault we've all gone mad, some of us are even sad.

But forget about us, it must be easy , she did it
Sorry if anyone thought this was a serious poem, no it's just a inside joke, I wrote it when I was like 7 so yeah it ***** but yeah
Talia Lewis Jul 2015
Bonding glue, it may be used as the middle of 2 things, but it's never the center point.  It gets used and used putting things together, but never did those things appreciate what it did.  The 2 things would come together and for a little while, would recognize the glue, but after awhile the people only acknowledged the compounded things and not the reason it was put together or how.
I guess I'm that bonding glue

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