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Stolen

We talked and walked during recess time,
We shared our inner thoughts and secrets,
We giggled and laughed at all the same things,
But we were definitely different,
That was good.
Nothing to fight over.
Still enough alike to be friends.
Not best friends,
But decent.

Sure some things she said were lies,
Some things she did annoyed me,
But still, some of my friends were her friends too,
And so I ignored all the signs.

Then one day she decided to steal,
Steal something more important to me than anything else,
She stole my dreams,
My loves,
My aspirations.

She did not care,
She did not say sorry
She did not tell me she didn’t know what else to do.
Instead she didn’t see the fact,
That she stole my dream?
How could she not?

Everyone saw,
The teacher,
My friends,
Except the ones that were her “friends”,
But did all my friends not see
How much she hurt me?
How I felt stabbed
By a dagger-happy friend.




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Jayme said...
Jun. 14, 2010 at 9:00 pm:
I love the way it is written. And it is also very true.
 
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Jul. 2, 2010 at 10:43 am :
Thank you so much!
 
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