After the 2 poems that make my previous post look incredible long i decided to start on another post. It's ridiculous if we start calling everyone your best friends, so let's start with friends.
Through the years, Friends change.
Some turn "Bad", Some turn "Good", Some didn't change much Some go for the worse. New people walk into my life, some people vanish from it ; while the others remain although some dull along the years. Some were getting annoying while some getting full of themselves. Its ridiculously funny when you look at them and realize how innocent they are when they are younger. I wonder what exposure have them been influenced by. Some people grows up without thinking much while others experiences turmoil over it. But, well..uh..There's still always a load of them haven't grew up, but still thinks they does.
well what that should be keep private shall not be told. i will stop here for now.
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