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Have a weird poem thing by Mossstar8Backup, literature
Literature
Have a weird poem thing
I'll just slip out of this reality
Hoping you will not notice me
And my departure.
It seems so sudden,
But it must be this way.
I'll be gone within the week,
With hopes that I'll fade-
Fade like I've wanted, away
From the unshocked silence
Of burned bridges and apathetic friends.
But I am not unhealthy, just troubled-
The years of being an outlet does that
To a young and innocent mind.
Years of warping and war-
War in the household
A punching bag for frustrations
You know?
I just thought you'd be
Sad to see me go-
I suppose I'm just naive.
