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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #2245146

The never ending hope of friendship

Why do they do this?
Always make my hopes high?

My hopes are high
But I shouldn't trust them

I lose my trust in them
A piece of my heart breaks

When my heart breaks
My soul then fades

As my fading soul becomes muted
A musty greyish pink

My grey pink aura
A misty presence preceding me

The misty presence of tears
Why do they do this?





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