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.

Aww, Frankie. I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you feel better soon.

i see how you feel

you rock my world. thats so awesome. I think its important for people to write how they feel, even if they arent the next ernet hemmingway. sorry people suck.

Aww. That's so sad. I thought the first stanza was so cute.

Sorry if I come off insensitive. I know exactly how you feel. It's happened so many times to me; you have no idea.

Sorry about what happened.

i feel you. powerful poem.

thanks guys. =D

whacha talking about, it great!