slowly
your friends leave
you.
they fade
into the past,
between the pages
of year books,
old haunts,
vague connections
from
long ago.
it's hard to even know
as the numbers
go down,
who's to come
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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