The Loser
I walk the halls,
Of my old high school
Walls.
When then I remember
That awful December.
His name was Josh.
He was lost inside
His own mosh.
Josh was always
So rude.
Always in a bad
Mood.
One day he
Said "I just
Wish that you were
Dead."
And I told him
That I already
Was....
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