Hello, my favorite reviewers. It's me again.

This poem might be a little confusing, but it's just about the thoughts and confusion of a girl who just lost her best friend and who either denies it/doesn't know; it's your choice.

enjoy, and please review! that's the only way i'll ever get better!

always,

aryanda

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was her blood crimson when it stained?

or was it just plain red?

because i don't want to remember and

is there something wrong?

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why is everyone staring at me?

their whispers make me stand out,

when i'd rather blend in with the walls

but i'm not leaving til i find out.

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i brought back the shirt i borrowed and

lost is the word they kept whispering,

but now they have a new one,

and i can't seem to understand

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they keep asking if i'm okay

am i okay? i'd rather not speak right now

because words are what betrayed you,

and I think they might betray me too

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that boy i kissed two long months ago

spoke to me today, and he said he understood.

i don't see how he can when i can't,

so i laughed until he went away

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i need to get out of this cage;

these shaky lies are stabbing me.

but the terrible thing is

i can't seem to do it alone; i need you.

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i read the funniest thing today--

a girl (no older than yourself!) was shot

the same day you stopped calling me.

did you know her?

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they told me, moving their lipsticked lips

in funny forms, making sounds i tried to comprehend.

they said that one word that i've been trying to avoid--

death.

and that was all i heard.