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social suicide

Friends
who's first words
were the spirit of love in a tangible form.
we played
under the watchful eye of innocence
as we grow
we seperate
we move to better days
leaving eachother behind.
but something is missing
i cant call it back
whats done is done
he's gone, my once best friend
and my soul is dead.

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wrote this when i was moving around alot and i had to move after getting attached to one person, my best friend at the time...

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  • your-bbf
    August 22, 2007

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    Wow

    That is really depressing, and yet I can really connect to the whole 'as we grow, we seperate, we move to better days leaving eachother behind' part... My favorite poem I've read of yours so far (though the title doesn't quite make sense)