July 16, 2013

Alone.

Every time I make a joke
Every time I wanna say crazy things
-Unique things-
Every time I wanna be myself...

The rigid nature and the criticism
of the people surrounding me now
makes me feel alone...
and sad.

How much I miss her...
She never judged me
I was always ok for her...
with no issues at all.

Only the good die young.

A.

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