A strange day

Everything I believe in, you don’t.

Everything I respect, you don’t.

All that I love, you say you hate.

Today you walked past me twice.

You did your best to avoid eye contact, staring into your bag.

You have everything, I don’t hate you for that.

What I don’t understand is your resentment of me and mine.

We are no longer friends.

Were we ever?

dead rose

The End of The Rose


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