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Broken Memories
January 16, 2017
I have missed when we were young and foolish
Your clay doll crashed upon the floor, broken
We sledded down the hill, we were cool-ish
I would wait and watch until you'd woken
I missed ice skating on your frozen pond
We would go into your hot-tub at night
I remeber screaming as your snake spawned
You lit the fire in my eyes so bright
But then I found out who you really were
You now have her, have fun with your tatoos
All of those memories became a blur
I missed you, but you gave my heart a bruise
I'm really mad at you, you need to stop,
selling your life away to a junk shop
© Matt F., Pierz, MN
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From as long as I could remember living in Colorado, I was friends with a girl. She was pretty much my best friend. I had moved to New York a couple of years ago and with all of this social media we sort of kept in touch. With this new update on Instagram, you can now live stream, like a video, or live factime(without the camera of you) to everyone who followed you. I decided to watch her live stream when she was with her friends. I watched and she started giving her and herself tatoos. I was just so shocked that a girl my age could be giving herself tatoos. (Honestly a really dangerous thing).
When my teacher told our class that we were going to be writing sonnets, I knew that mine was going to be on this event that I experienced.