Torn
Crossed out words and black ink smudges
Dense ridges in the page left by angry handwriting
Imagining the frustration and laughing to myself
Why do I feel like a child again?
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Not realizing how much each crossed out word wounded me
Waiting promptly for perfection to arrive at the door
Parental lectures about spending time with "normal" friends
Missing my most important friend of all
Nothing has changed
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Learning about long time relationships
My best friend refusing to talk to me, when I need him most
An unknown fight between coven and tribe
Feeling like a porcelain doll, fragile and untouched
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SAVE THE OLYMPIC WOLF
They cease to amaze me with broken treaties and constant lies
Torn between love and friendship
When it comes to enemies, I am neutral, impartial, I am Switzerland
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Not your average bedtime story
A story of pity, hurt, and violence
A transformation and a feeling of self-loathing
Being told I am throwing my life away
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Just like the old days, daily visits from my best friend
Graduation looming
Newborns wreaking havoc on innocent people
Gazing at the cold scar on my forearm, wondering.
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He wants me to pick him, he poured out his heart to me.
What do I do?
An abrupt, disorderly kiss and a sickening crunch
Once again, I manage to hurt myself
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A foreseen proposal
An old-fashioned ring
Light kisses on my hand
And we were engaged
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The battle
Both "families" would do anything to protect me
Before I knew it a fight broke out
Flashes of white, brown, and grey clouded my eyes
Orange flames and metallic screeches filled the air
My body froze when I heard the news
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Seeing him lying there so broken and weak
His face lighting up when I walked in the room
Patching up the holes in our broken friendship
I leave him with a slight kiss; he will never be the same again
We will never be just friends anymore.