"As she lay in her bed,
tears continuously streaming down her face,
the memories kept coming.
They haunted her,
reminded her of her past.
What happened to him?
Why did he suddenly turn?
We were best friends,
shared everything together.
Those things and more,
just would not leave.
She was different at school,
and everywhere she went.
They changed her eating habits,
sleeping pattern,
and even socialness.
People noticed,
she denied everything.
One day,
from all the stress,
she'll die.
Whether it's a suicide or a homocide,
she'll die,
never to be seen again."
-(2007)
Remember that notebook I found the other day?
I found that inside of it. It brought an odd feeling to me, reading over what i wrote that long ago. A very odd feeling indeed.
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