Throwback to a poem I wrote in highschool:


Once again I lament
on fine a day such as this
that I alone mope to myself
over one impossible wish

I wish once more i had a group
of friends dear and true
So we could laugh and spend the day
happily through and through

Girls and boys would fill the void
that I myself create
hoping that they will find me
while i just simply wait

No one ever fits the bill
i feel it wont come true
i sit single while near they mingle
and angst till my face is blue


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