My Best By Juan Torres 7th Grade
Feeling sad as I see
him leave. He took my
brother and sister. What
more can he take from me.
I have always tried to be
the best I could be. Sad, mad, are
words that remind me of him.
It seemed that he didn't care
but I guess it was meant to be.
It seemed too long but hey,
I'm over it. He left, ok!
Whatever he did was best
for him. He now has a new family.
Copyright © Lynette Munich | Year Posted 2012
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