this poem may not be suitable for all ages, [/lame] Options

[heyyfrankie]

a poem written after finding out a secret about a best good friend.
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People, people, people:
They're either good or bad.
They can make you happy,
or even really sad.

The subject comes up
All of them time
He always denied it
As if it was a crime

The sounds and the voice
In the back of your head
Tell you the truth
Not caring what was said.

Once you hear the facts
You realize people suck
No words seem to come out
Except mother fuck.

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yeah...i'm not a writer.