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the days i enjoy most
are the days away from them.
shouldn’t i be happier around
my great group of friends?
for some odd reason,
it’s not like that.
i enjoy it more with my family
than dealing with those brats.
it’s so contradictory
these feelings i have
because when they hang out without me
it makes me feel bad.
it’s not really the group,
i enjoy being with most of it,
but when it’s that one person,
i want to die in a pit.
i used to be so close with her.
she was my best friend
but shes a different person now
and i want the friendship to end.