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My Friday Night

How come this wasn't any fun It feels like my day was wasted Like everything i put forth has been Ruined or washed away How come this wasn't any fun I was at my own homecoming game And i wanted to run I was hanging with my friends But i felt so out of the box I was trying to stay as long as possible And not let what was happening Before me affect me How come this wasn't any fun I was so excited that whole day Until i arrived there i guess I let the little things effect me Friends who I've given so much credit to Who i thought had my back Just ended up like a piece of paper Tacked on a back left to hang Just bleeding like the rain A Friday like this will forever Be burned in my memory

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 10/16/2010 3:06:00 PM
Exceptional poetry to be reading this Saturday afternoon Kay'Sha. Hope you are enjoying your weekend. Love, Carol
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