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Popularity
Some people are crazy. They want popularity. Does that mean that they want to treat others as unimportant?
Remember?
Those times of old.
Before.
They didn’t care about this stuff.
Before.
In childhood.
Back then there was no such thing as this.
Most have changed.
Some not.
Longing now for those days.
We were innocent.
All this was elsewhere. With the older kids.
Now it is with us.
It will get worse.
We will get older.
And older.
Am I the only one who longs for those days?
Who misses them?
Hurt.
Temptation.
Lies.
Are we actually stuck with this?
No.
We aren’t.
We can go back.
It is lost now, but it can still be found.
We can go back, just not yet.
Will you try?
I will try with you.
Or without you.
What will you decide?
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I was sick of people at school treating me like nothing, like I was a cockroach on the wall. I wrote this poem and read it to my class at school. I felt like I was the only one who remembered what it was like before, when we were little.