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An apology for probable Friends
I apologize most solemnly
To every sick,
Son of a bitch
Who evoked in me
A desire to diminish
Their assets and accolades,
In the groove ofÂ
An undulating adolescence.
Forgive me, friends
It seems to me
I hated you not
For what you had
Or the things you achieved
But for the guardian commemorations
That you received from you folks
And mine too.
Whi...
Tuesday 19th April 2016 7:27 am
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